So, your enemy
Disguised as a friend
Separated you from
Your real friend, in the end.
Well, it’s all good, it’s all good
Wear not regret as a crown of thorns
Love those you have today.
What use is the morning’s advice
If you understand it only in the evening,
When it’s too late
You think?
The day is already gone
Well, it’s all good, it’s all good
Love the night too
The moon is a growing sun.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
See there, a stream
It flows only at night
How can this be?
Who melted my frozen pride?
Who taught me how to cry
When the night is singing?
The book of my life
The pages start revealing
Every petal of blossoming pain
The seed was mine, I broke the ground
And sealed it over with a pound of pride
Not a drop of remorse
Or so I thought.
Yet see, there, a stream
It flows at night in my loneliness
Pride thaws and falls like rains of regret.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 