Sex is secondary Mission is primary It is not who shares your bed but who shares your path you should wed Or you’ll suffer the aftermath. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
mission
DAS PERFEKTE VERBRECHEN
Stell Dir vor?
Du kämest zu mir
in Liebe mit Liebe aus Liebe
brachte mir die Liebe bei.
Liebe Licht und Leben.
Im Gegenzug:
Ich schlage Dich mit Nägeln
auf einen Holzbalken
bringe Dich grausam um.
Liebe Licht und Leben.
Stell es Dir nur vor
sage mir:
Wäre dadurch Deine Mission
erfolgreich gewesen oder nicht?
Liebe Licht und Leben.
Es kommt noch besser.
Morgen erzähle ich rum, insgeheim
wolltest Du nur umgebracht werden –
Stell es Dir nur vor.
Liebe Licht und Leben.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Im Jahrzehnt der deutschen Dichtung
THE SPLIT
I’m quiet tonight
Never mind that it’s morning
I’m still dreaming
I remember a friend
We had high hopes for his future
Yet he chose the Easy
Now I’m all alone
On the road we once chose together
Watching it grow longer
This pain I keep inside
Greater than death, worse than loss
Treachery’s dungeons.
If I doubted reincarnation
This life has taught me a bitter lesson
For I must come again
The work is unfinished
The cards will be reshuffled
I will come again.
Then I hear, so soft
The sounds of morning dawning
The past is over now.
Those words, those strange words
That baffle the minds of politics
Of culture and science
You can call me Fool
You can call me mad, and yet
You too will come again.
– che chidi chukwumerije.
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.
LIFE IS A BURDEN MADE LIGHT
Life is a burden made light
By the weight of sacrifice
Your life is useless unless used to the full
For something meaningful and useful.
Self is heavy, selflessness is light
The battle is painless for them that fight
The volunteer’s prize is dignity
Freedom is not for free.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
from THE BEAUTIFUL ONES HAVE BEEN BORN
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 