You just assume it’s true Because it’s native to you You just assume it‘s true That my blue is your blue But my blue is really very red rises like blood rose to my head While your blue is green instead the leafy verdure of a flower bed Neither your blue nor mine Is truly blue or azure or divine The blues we see are but in line With our maturity, depth or shine Yet you simply assume it’s true Because yours is native to you You assume that I’m seeing blue Just because it looks blue to you. Che Chidi Chukwumerije
point of view
FAINTHEARTEDNESS
There is a time, a moment
To say yes –
You feel it, you know it, you just
Have to say it
Yet you drown it in conversation
Puncture it with rhetoric
Hang a cloud of Why over it
Betray it with a question mark, and then fall silent
There is a time, a moment to
Say yes – only the brave
Will grasp it. The fainthearted
Will run away into a familiar point of view
Every meeting is a thing of beauty
Everything that confuses you and
Throws you off-balance is a gift from life
Knocking on the door of a greater you.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 