Friday, 4 March 2011

Droplets on a Journey

It is raining
I can see droplets on my window panes
As they form
Like a Foetus
Many of them

At first slowly, they grope for their way
Like toddlers
Struggling and clashing with each other
Like war

Their pace quicken as they become distinct
Like adults
Their pace quicken even more
Every drop on its own path
On a journey downwards
At the mercy of Gravity

Some are fast
Some are faster
Some are slow

My eyes follow
As they leave countless traces on the smooth transparent surface of the window panes
Like tears

I watch as they disappear
Merging with a mass of other droplets
Where they continue their journey beyond my eyes

Like death.


© Emeka Okereke, The Hague 26th Feb., 2011.

Dedicated to Goddy Leye, the Camerounian artist who died on the 19th of February 2011.

Thursday, 24 February 2011

Home Coming

I am looking for a story to take home
One which speaks of my escapades in a whole
Light enough to fit into a gift box

I am looking for a story to take home
To you my friend
Whose home has become a living hell
Replaced by the fantasies of overseas

You wonder
What could be yonder?
How much do you ponder
If you’ll go under?

Drowning
The Sea is cold in this part of the world
And fences awaits your welcome
If you are not fished out by dawn

I am here to tell you a story
Far from home
Far from what you have been told:
Movies are fictions
Television only a fool’s vision
Up here, we are slaves shackled by our inventions
Confused by the sight of our shadows
As our towers tower above us – suppressing, suffocating
We are not blind, our visions are just blurred
We can see the end of the world
We are saving up for it
By the blood of the many whom we oblige to die our deaths for us
Shed our tears for us

Let no bling blind you
You are who you are
Not where you are
Breathe life into your bones
Bath in nature’s endless showers
And you will see it working for you from your doorstep
Be alive at all mornings
And the night will not leave you lonely
The ladder is a rung at a time
It will be wrong to assume it’s all rosy
When in fact you are the Rose

I have journeyed a long distance with this
Here, it is for you
And there, on the side of the box it says:
“To you my beloved friend, a little souvenir, far away from home”


© Emeka Okereke, The Hague, 21 Feb. 2011

Friday, 28 January 2011

A Warning Sign

Be careful what you do
You might end up a fool
A tool of mehem
We live in a world where there is no absence of sorrow
No time to borrow
But in love we must follow
If we must live through tomorrow

Kill the greed in you
That true wealth may ressurect from that death
Make hay while the sun shines
For soon it will be night
There is no day like the other

Life is a journey
The longer it seems, the shorter it gets
Every minute is a million possibilities compressed into moments
Serve you body but do not starve your soul
Fill your heart with desires, but remember it consumes like fire

you will be a better slave if it was out of choice
Flow
Fly
Mingle
Be
Be You
Do not wish

Do not wish your life away

© Emeka Okereke, Lagos 20/01/11

Monday, 17 January 2011

Morning Dream

The morning is a warm host
Not so often are we blessed by its embrace
Cold air enveloping...soothing
Ushering us to the first light of the day
A process gradual and patient
Now I stand in its midst
Savouring the voices of the early creatures
Soon it will be sun
And those humans will be up again
To kick me out of my morning dream.


©Emeka Okereke. Lagos, 09/01/2011

Friday, 7 January 2011

Mind your Own Mind

Mind
Feed the mind
Nourish it
But do not worship it
It's a masterpiece, but could easily become your master

A gift never like any other
Very dirty with imaginations void of borders
One part of it dreams, while the other day-dreams
both lie in wake for each other
Even in your sleep

Never let it sleep nor stop
Movement is to the mind as it is to the wind
It could be fresh air or hurricane
Whichever, there is a force!
Armed with a creative will
To make the invisible Invincible

Follow the train of your thoughts
As long as you are in it
Endeavour to be the captain on the wheels

Mind your own Mind


© Emeka Okereke,
Ethiopian Airlines, 11th December 2010

Basking in the Radiant Star

Holy is the night
So holy that words only cannot describe
A precious gift worth more than a thousand frankincense
For saints as for sinners

As so imperfect as I am
I feel the perfection of this Love
The Joy of the day freed my wings from the cold harmattan
And filled my nostrils with soothing fragrance of the desert wind

I rejoice hand in hand with those in whose hands I placed the trust
Of friendship and family
Wishing that this feeling be contagious and airborne

It is the end of another year
Even though many roosters and broilers die today in the harsh burners of festive meals
We still wake up to yet another crow
Many tried to work against the light
But darkness is still in flight

Money is the sources of riches
But health encompasses wealth
I am among the blessed, alive
That is an understatement

With every ounce of my being
I will bask in this gift
Worth more than a thousand frankincense


© Emeka Okereke, 26th December 2010

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

In The Land of Dignitaries

In the Land of Dignitaries

Many were called but few were called to choose

And placed at the centre of the country road

Where all goodies never elude their long throat

From where I stand I see snaky hills surrounding man-made mansions

Gwarinpa!* An estate almost as big as a state

Created by one already dead despite his everlasting wealth.

But one dead and thousands to go

And in other to keep alive, they steal

They steal the future of the people in other to nourish their present

They erect grotesque structures and set up gigantic accounts for their lineage yet unborn

While those alive are made to watch the sole of their own feet bleed as they walk the unending road, which only gets steeper and steeper with every climb.

You are welcome to our capital of excellence. We have more shopping malls than schools, and should there be a need for our children to be educated, we send them abroad to foreign lands where they learn how to speak with their nose, walk without their feet and eat without their hands.

Youths are the leaders of tomorrow, but that would be after all the fathers of October First* are dead.

“Who will save me?” says the son with a prodigal father

Who will save us from our own fathers!

The cries of the children are muffled by accentuated sounds of gbedu

The drums beat as we pay homage to utter foolishness and the worst scenery of mind poverty.

Chief! Oga kpata kpata! EgbÏŒn! All are names given to those who are more equal than the others

While they bask in glories which every minute announces the doom of yet another great dream for a nation so blessed.

Yes, we love dancing, and we pride in our dexterity. We are natural dancers.

We could “dance, dance, dance, and forget our sorrows”.

But I ask: who is more foolish?

The dancer or the drummer?

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* Gwarinpa estate is situated in Abuja the Capital City of Nigeria. It was commissioned by the late Nigerian dictator Sani Abacha during in his corrupt reign. It is the largest estate in Nigeria and all of West Africa. Most of the houses in this estate are owned by many past presidents, governors and senators who amass incredible amounts of wealth through corruption.

* October First, Nineteen Sixty was the day Nigeria gained independence from Great Britain, most of the so-called fathers of Independence who assumed leadership in effect are still alive today and actively in power.

© Emeka Okereke



Thursday, 11 November 2010

How Many!

One, two, three
The trees die one after the other
To be replaced by monstrous structures
In there they scheme
They plot, they decide, they divide
They readjust, the restructure
They change, they replace, they displace
They kill, they maim

How many lives before the cemeteries out-number the living?
How many pints before the oceans turn red?
How many days before it is too late?

Time cannot tell
Even time will be timeless
The road endless

Unless the Journey begins now!

Lagos, Nov. 2010

Sunday, 31 October 2010

Birthday Reflections

A day like this always calls for the utmost reflection

A day to be glad, but also a day to ask: why am I glad?

30 years ago, at dusk, I was born

It was the beginning of a journey no one could tell the outcome

For long others lead, I followed

I fumbled, tumbled, fell and failed

But somehow it never spelt the end for me or of me

“From grass to grace” some might want to say

Instead I prefer to think there is no grace without those who showed me the way through the grass.

They say “age ain’t nothing but numbers”

But it is the perfect measure of time,

Time to sow, time to reap, but not time to waste.

I have spent nearly 262, 968 hours since the day of my arrival on earth

It is a generous gift, and I feel blessed

I also feel strong

Many people have died for what they believe, but I am yet to live for it

I look up to the heavens today and ask the Almighty to continue to grant me more hours

And more wisdom to live them in Great deeds.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Filling My Portion

This trouble of the heart
I seek for a means to pour it out
At least that I may take a first look at it from a distance
I need to put a face to it
Indeed a name - not my name
It's been long now
And I really have to say goodbye

Farewell to a friend who was always an enemy
Farewell to the walls that threaten my ascent
Farewell to the concepts that weaken my courage

I shiver as if I am cold
I tremble at the thought of another day
Again, I kid myself it will be a lovely day
Yet, 'am not too eager to greet the sun

But courage would prevail
In the midst of these fears I will match on
For indeed there are no better options
As long as my body serves as a passage for the morning air
And a vessel for the sun and rain
I will sing with the birds
With as ugly as a coarse voice
I will join the chorus

Things I worry about are only meant for the dead
So why am I not living?
Everyday yields a night, only to unveil a morning
A new freshness
That much I know from the queen of the night, the lilies and roses

Now I hear the birds again
But I should not listen to them for too long
For our destinies are diverse
And it's about time I set out in action
To fill my portion of the blank spaces.


Lagos 22/10/2010

Monday, 27 September 2010

Been Away For Long....

Hello Comrades!
I have been away far too long
too long and too far to blog my doings
Doesnt mean though things aren't going
It's just the way I am
Never stick too much to a thing
I do not even want to be addicted to my work how much more you

But hey!
I am back
You missed nothing 'cos I've NOT been doing NOTHING.
Soon you will hear something, read something, feel something.

Should I say I have been swimming in unfamiliar waters
That would be saying the least
In there, I met sharks, gold fish, octopuses, a few sea turtles, and even a whole lot of water snakes.
Phew!

But hey!
Am back!
And you missed something
A bit of them you would like to know.

Tuesday, 8 September 2009

To Those Who Were Before Me And After Me

In my life I have been blessed by your existence
Now I remember those wise comments you make
In a sentence, even somehow carelessly.
Hardly did I know they lay before before my path as I advance in everyday.
How could I have known that there will come a time
when I would say the same things to myself.

They say time waits for no man!
But sometimes time waits for us to mature
So that we could appreciate moments of our past.

I just want to say to those who are before me and those after me:
"I am grateful to be in the middle"
You showed me where I am going
And you bring me back to things I miss while I was going too fast.

I am grateful
Grateful to life that has brought you all my way!


(c) Emeka Okereke - Lagos, 18/07/2009

Sunday, 6 September 2009

Lost. Again!

Not for one night will I sleep
Nor for one day will I sit.
This fire burning inside me
Too heavy to contain
Occupying each morsel of my being
It keeps my hands from burning

Like a carver
Every minute I chisel within
Insisting on making me straight
But sometimes I am forced to stop and ask
Perhaps I am loving myself far too much
Or I hate me.

This is the point when one becomes an enemy of both camps
Caught in the middle,
Every thought becomes a double-edged sword
Paranoid
Panic
Perplexed

I am lost again.

But this time it is different
For I accept that I cannot always know where I am to be what I must.
For the universe is an endless garden for all.
As vast as it is.
It is a gift to be in a place any yet in another at the same time.
How else can I explain the space between you and me?

Reality is flexible - formless
Like water ,it takes the shape of what contains it - us!
And like water, there are no boundaries...
Just a smooth flow, like music, like harmony.

When I shake your hands or take your body in mine
It is ok if we get lost in each other
For like water, the currents will always lead the way.


(c) Emeka Okereke - Algiers, Algeria, 08/07/2009.

Between Johannesburg And Lagos

Born a traveler
I am only confined to the wind
The earth only receives me but slightly
My footprints are scattered across many lands
Of which none I can hardly call mine
Constantly laden with profound expectations
Of me, and others, of me.

Society push
I shove
In a world where handshakes are but palm-readings
I am only good as your next project...or not...

But I would rather be less than settle for less
The wind is my friend, even the whirlwind.
They say it will uproot me
I say it will uplift me.
They say it will quench my fire
I say it will tame it.

The only danger I see is myself.
As for you,
Really,
You can't do to me what you've already not done to yourself.


(c) Emeka Okereke - kenya Airways (en route from Joburg to Lagos), 30/06/2009.

Honey

I watched
As the honey trickle down slowly
And into the tea
Wondering how this will end
I didn't want to spill it over the container while trying to stop it
But at some point it has to stop

Then...
The flow broke
And the honey retreated in a backward motion
Smoothly as it came
Then to myself I said,
"what comes must surely go"
The question is: when and how?

But it's never always as smooth as the honey
Only if one is fortunate.

Memory Loss

I have been around a lot of wheres and whos
Constantly my mind-scape alternates
New faces with new facades
I would need a formula if I must stay protected from all those opinions,
Of myself and others.
The day ends with a feeling of resignation and a baggage to unpack
And the morning brings a new day to fulfill.

Please be gentle on me
It is not always a blessing not to remember a name
But as time records it all
There is really nothing lost to memory
Therefore be gentle on me

If it is truth,
Your face is your name.


(c) Emeka Okereke - Johannesburg June 2009 (exact day unidentified)

Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Dots Of Thoughts

I am. I was not or going to be. I am.

*****

If most people can comprehend or envision the amount of effort you put into
getting a thing done, then you probably did not sacrifice as they think you did.

*****

If you are a man of your words, then it would be easier done than said.

*****

I don't always want to dance, sometimes I want to watch others dance.

*****

The things we call secrets are the purest form of truths that we ought to
proclaim, but instead we bury them carefully underneath a thick mask of our lies.

*****

If I was a soldier, the first thing I would get bored of would be the uniforms.

*****

It is good to follow your heart, but only if your heart is your friend.

*****

Nothing is old as long as there is not just one side to it.

*****

We get use to things because these things use us.

*****

Sometimes the first impression is what you make of it and not what it is.

*****

Love is not peace, but peace is the outcome of love.

*****

Love Is. Truth Is. Time Is. And that's all there is.

*****

I say let your imaginations run wild, but don't run with it.

*****

Promise is the wish to not fail, but not the impossibility of failure.

*****

The man who spends most of his time regretting his mistakes
is the man who does not count his blessings.


(c) Emeka Okereke - drawn from various periods

Do Just Nothing!

Have you ever been in bed and you suddenly feel the ceiling rushing at you?
Then you decide to go for a walk but the ground denies your feet.
Every step is leading downstairs
You go for window shopping and feel you would break in.
You are hungry yet can't stand the smell of food
You feel too warm because your blood boils
That is when everyone becomes every enemy
And a threat to your existence
Your smile is staged
You suspect your strength and believe in your weaknesses

That is how it feels when you want to do everything !

In this time, it is better to do just nothing!


(c) Emeka Okereke - Johannesburg, 15/05/09

Despite The Odds [One Day At A Time]

These days I sing joyful songs
I know a lot in the world are sad
But the day has brought me a fortune I must fulfil
In times like this I forget my guilt
That in my wants I spell doom for a few.
My weaknesses are the pain of a friend

But I have sworn never to pile up more dirt on the road
My offenses will never alter my defenses
A day shall come when I shall embrace the love the judges me
And reward me with the seeds of my deeds
But in joy my spirit will shine its light.

One day at a time.


(c) Emeka Okereke - Johannesburg, 11/05/09.

I Must Live

Now I must live
To leave the old ways for a new road
With streaks of light adorning my feet as I walk the streets
This beauty around me will find a place within me
Fill me until I am silent
Enough to make my heart my friend
And hear less the voice of my worries

My day will end with a smile and begin with a grateful prayer
In the day, I will dance to the tunes of nature's predictions
And make my joy known in deeds

For all preciousness of life
I must live


(c) Emeka Okereke - Johannesburg 04/05/09