Good morning
Bird singing outside my window
My neck I crane, yet
I see neither thee nor thy shadow
My ears I strain, for soft
Is thy voice of joy and sorrow
My heart shifts shape, ’tis now
A bird I must eternally follow.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
This singing bird
Were she a bard
Would be a millionaire untold
For everyone who heard
Would find it hard
Not to shower her with silver and gold.
For singing she
Convinced the heartbroken
That pain is the pleasure of the soul
Dance me your worry
‘Tis but a small token
To pay for a broken heart sang whole.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 