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Poem – What is Africa…. Shithole?
By Emeka Chiakwelu


Ancient landscape of body, mind and spirit
Noble Humanity of innovation, experience and action
Were you not there in the genesis
Relegated as the edged narrative in bondage



Destruction of mind was deadlier than body
Demolition odour of toxic hydrogen sulfide
odour of defeat , smell of capitulation
ever tired of sleeping in the middle of the day



suerly! called Africa plenty names
jungle
lazy
nigger
now called shithole



sadly you know me not
those adjectives represent me not
Compilation of thoughts shift actions
words and actions are related
but actions and words are not same




hands are there to do the works
feet were drained by cottons of the fields
enslavement was from man not from Providence



Africa hands are free from chains of yesterday
legacy of yesterday resisted
freedom lies in your hands
mind refused to grasp



mother of the earth violated
spring water of umuoji polluted
the wealth of Africa harvested and siphoned
gold, diamomnd, silver taken away
Africa is living on will power
Surviving on the metaphysical strength



for how long will misery persist
children photographed with flies on their faces
where did the flies come from?
can anybody explain the source of misery



free but enslaved with names and calamity
the voices of children cried at midnight
where is mother and father ?
Protruding with misery in their eyes
Africa arise and take your stars in your crisp hands



But who is Africa?
I am Mandela
I am Azikiwe
I am Obasanjo
I am Aminu
I am Nkrumah
I am Kenyatta



Yes my name is Soyinka
Achebe that’s my name
my namee is Obote
my name is Fela
my name is Adichie




I am….
not Tarzanic landscape
not dark continent
not nobel savage
And history knows I am not shithole!



Emeka Chiakwelu is the Principal Policy Strategist at AFRIPOL. His works have appeared in Wall Street Journal, Huffington Post, Forbes and many other important journals around the world. His writings have also been cited in many economic books, publications and many institutions of higher learning, including Oxford University and Harvard Education. www.afripol.org, This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it .

 

 

Ikemefuna    By Emeka Chiakwelu

(A sacrificial lad in Things Fall Apart)


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Moisten forest mesmerized by repugnant darkness
Thoughts wandering from dawn to sunset
From where will the darkness emerged
For in the mind of the hero lies cowardice and malice
But you said he was fearless and a crusader hero
The hour pillage with darkness will arrive
The time has come for action to cogitate 
But profound thinking is for the cowards
Who told you so you simpleton?
Without thinking, how can meaningful actions speaks



You cannot obliterate a destine event
The hour has come
Where is Ikemefuna  - a lad of innocence?
Clothed with guilt and revenge
Where are the arrows 
And where are the swords
We came to make peace to the land
We came not desolate the land
The land is not asking for sacrifice
The land is asking for tradition to prevail
Those customs were obsolete and unforgiving
Therefore let the lad  go in peace
We came with a fig of olive branch



Here comes Okonkwo the son of the soil
Dripping with culture and customs
A celebrated hero with shallow mind
Arrow in one hand and a sword in another
Okonkwo did you come for war?



Waging a war against your own son?
Take the olive leaf and spare the life of the lad
But they said you a coward
Masquerading as a hero in untamed mind



Obscurity comes out from your eyes
Darkness flow out from your guts
Gushing darkness hidden in the pale mind
Wicked thought lost in vociferous tradition
Only the pained face that repelled cowardice
Ikemefuna a dutiful son not sacrificial object

@CopyrightEmeka Chiakwelu

 

 

 

 

 

POEM - A Job interview

By Emeka Chiakwelu


It was chilly morning - a baked oasis of pending hope
journey to success never doubted the studious mind
time to step in as bold and courageous
Not when the boiling cup of coffee has been subdued
Nobody is going to wait for the starbucks line to rescind



As I came to the door it was spotty of doubts
do I say good morning first or do I wait to say something first
a minor case for morning but has a way of making fools to be clueless
depart from your sage mentality for wisdom belongs to the superiors
Yes I meant the superior for descending thoughts bears success
befuddle by this cogitating swims of buoyant thoughts



Good morning sir,  oh!  madam ...It is a beautiful day indeed
the public relation exuberance, effervescence without doubt
Yes! Yes.. what is the name again and what can i do for you?
Am I in a wrong place i nearly blurted under a nervous breath?
I held my peace and run the power of listening and control
It was not the physical chemistry rehearsal that bothered me
It was the thoughtful thinking of the miscalculated calculus



She continued with her meandering and crispy voice
"working for us is fun but i must warn you it is difficult"
Was it to intimidate me with such a condescending prouncement
job was not made to be fun but to solve problems with bulging energetic strands 
I took it cold headed or level headed...! just care a lot more
not to be humiliated ....eyes were  protruded and neck was upright



I was born strong...I survived the aftermath of Biafra civil war
And you think working under an aircondition is difficult
You must be out of your dawned mind...it was a thought that i can never voiced out
That’s what they called redecorated image and making impression
Do not say things that will put you in trouble
Your accent is vibrant and uppity... what an observation from a superficial person



Oddity of questions, absconding the rules of the game
why is accent necessary here,,,, will i be answering phones for occupation?
But to solve problems in the ecosystem of the field chemistry
Yes she is being friendly but unnecessary friendliness can be unfriendly
it goes with the job be friendly but never friends
I am not new in this business’ of amity and politeness



Sinuous air streaming from standing metal of the air conditioner is getting chilly
therefore lets hurry up and wrap this up before normality sets in
it was fun and good...we will call
Anticipate or expect our call any way...thanks- oo daalu
Have a nice day and she ran to the perpendicular rest room.


 

God Bless Texas - Standing strong against Harvey

By Emeka Chiakwelu

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A meddling dew night

Disastrous darkness shrouded in duplicity
Destabilizing wind deepen with wrecking flood


But what are you?
Wind, rain and Yes a flood - a voracious evil
Multidimensional devilish character


Houston is in its place – beautiful and evergreen
So is our Texas
A beauty that beckons the singing of angels
Then the enemy came

Roaring like a mountain lion
It came as a wind
It came as rain
It came as flood


Our LORD set a bulwark
Because whom our LORD has blessed cannot be cursed
Creating a bulwark against the enemy
Texas triumphed – Yes Houston shines
We came to together to defeat the enemy


Spirit of Texas simmering, glowing
Lone star energy - wax stronger
Yes! Love of freedom capacious

As the root endures
and leaves blossom on embrace of Texas sunshine
God bless Texas and Houston - the strong one!

By Emeka Chiakwelu on Harvey Hurricane