Mockery is one of the greatest weapons of the Darkness
In its fight against the Light
And it is one against which Light-seekers and Light-servants
Are powerless and defenceless the most
Because it strikes them at the core of their ego and vanity
The deepest weakness within all human beings.

Bear this in mind:
A helping thought for the earnest seeker.
It will strengthen you in your hour of vulnerability.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.



Waking up
Feeling like a wound
And for a second you don’t cover up your vulnerability
Because the world is still asleep
And no-one is watching…

You lie there, your eyes closed
Your wound open
And let your life’s troubles tear at the wound
In your Heart…
And then,
Just when the pain becomes unbearable
You feel the calming weight of responsibility
Descend like balm and bandage upon you
You know your role again
You become strong.

And by the time you open your eyes and arise
The wound has been stitched up again
And you set forth to meet the world

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.



You’re walking on water
Don’t think it is land
The tide is about to turn
Your feet into sand

Signals sent out over the earth
Kill them before they grow
There is a protection Claws in our justice
For a darker tomorrow

Subliminal messages
Password more valid than passport
What is the colour of love?
Blindness is just in court

Mankind will destroy humanity
And claim to be its saviour
And cunning will mask hatred
And none shalt love thy neighbour.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

In Memory.


Only the one you love
Can make you feel small
And vulnerable

Go easy on love
Like a fresh leaf awakening
Let your every touch be thoughtful

I die when you kill me
I sigh when you kill me
I cry when you kill me

I have no shield against your thrust
Look into my eyes before you strike me dead.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.


I’ve never dated a writer
I wonder what it’s like
To both be awake, thinking
And writing in the night.
Will we share each other’s thoughts
Or keep our thoughts to ourselves?
Will we rejoice together
Or envy each other’s success?

Who will draw from whom
When both are needy?
Who will be the calming pole
When the writer gets crazy?
Who will write the greater poem
Into the book of life?
Greater than words on paper
And conquer inner strife.

Read my palm, it’s full of lines
Do not read between the lines
Between the lines are just packs of lies
Cleverly waiting to bait a writer’s eyes.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.