LONELY, BROTHER

I have a lonely brother, born of a single mother and father, lonely and alone, trudging patiently home through the land of snow-mountains and smoke-forests and sandy deserts, not to forget the bottomless sea. He has few friends, for few comprehend him, even though he treasures the goal also all so alone. I want to help him, but I do not know how to, nor does he always accept help. I know only that, in the end, a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do. Are you lonely, brother? Nobody is ever alone. An angel, a beast or a solitary star – one of these is always there with you and me. If I am not my brother’s keeper, who is? And whose keeper then am I? I guess I keep again our second goal.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

LONELY HEARTS PLANET

During the day, they’re saving the world, sharp-minded politicians, stern-faced armed forces, convincing philosophers staring into the camera and huddled around their boardroom tables, anchors, performing the news, personifying stability and the guarantee of mankind’s future – during the day they’re saving the world. At night, see them grope in the dark for a hand, listen for a friend, any friend, yearn for something, anything, to fill inside them this deep hole opened by loneliness. Chronic. Everyday we set out with loud voices and brilliant thoughts to save the world, but who on earth is going to save us too?

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

SELF-RECONCILIATION

It took a long time
For pain
To come back home

I had forgotten
All about it
I was not prepared

But like a thief
Stealthily it crept up
On me, oh my soul

Like a thief
Yes it stole its way
Back into my soul

I’m strong because I’m weak
I hurt because I seek
I’m not a loner, I’m lost

I did not break – because I believed
I’m broken – because I believed
I’m woken, I’m empty

All that’s left is just me
Asking me to look at me
Take good care of me

Look at me
Get to know me
For the first time in my life.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.