Yes it was
A gone cause
Broken laws
Unbroken again
Spoken in vain
Your lovely name
Ours was
More than just a game
Hitherto thitherto
Lonely walk
Lonely stalk
Whereto?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
lily
PURELY, IT IS A MATTER OF LOVE
The dance of the woman in the market
Unloosed poetry
Here it goes, there she flows
Away…
Again I was baffled
Again I was moved
And asked myself one another time:
How many rivers
Meander within one woman?
The things that men desire in women
Are nothing compared to the things
Which women only know in their silent, sleeping heart
That they can give…
And, purely, it was something
That was in paradise on the day
That you and I were born
Children of the rose
Children of love.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
GROUPS OF US
How deep is homogeneity?
Does the colour of our skin
Express our similarity
Or mask the differences within?
How deep is nationality?
Does the passport we share
Stamp an ideological ethnicity
Or is it convenience out of fear?
Some plant gardens of roses
Some love lilies alone
Another meadow composes
A bouquet of everyone
Who can say rose gardens
Are prettier than plains
That lilies alone gladden,
Or a field that all contains?
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 