EMENIKE CHINWENDU VICTORIA
EMENIKE CHINWENDU VICTORIA
So, here I am, stuck on the cross
Paying the ultimate price for my wrong
Feeling my life seep slowly out of me
Looking down at my accusers, scorning me and my colleagues.
Colleague and one other man
Of whom I know so little about
Of all the things I’ve heard,
It’s that he doesn’t deserve to be up here
Well, my colleague thinks otherwise
Since he’s been taunting and mocking him,
“If you really are the Christ, then save us!” he says
“how can you say such, seeing we deserve to be here?” I answered.
However when I look at him
I felt an indescribable thing
So different from what I’ve felt since I made my first kill
I knew, I just knew he was going somewhere
So maybe, just maybe, I could go with him
So, I throw in me last bargaining chip
“Lord, remember me when you come into your paradise”
Then he turned his eyes to me.
And I wondered, “how could someone in such amount of pain,
Much greater than the one I’m feeling, have such compassion?”
He says, ” I assure you, today, you well be with me in paradise”
Then peace flooded my heart
I knew that for once in my wretched life
I’d finally done the right thing.
Dear reader, hold my hand
As we take a walk through time
Time immemorial, ages immortal
Up till today, ending in tomorrow.
Starting form the stone age, through the prehistoric period
Jumping to the Renaissance, colonisations,
Zooming off to the apartheid
–have you been observing?
What do you see?
Well, I’ll tell you my observations,
I’ve seen birth, growth, happiness, laughter
Sadness, disgrace, shame, pain, mourning,
Success, achievement, death.
From age to age, millennium to millennium
The same cycle goes on, birth to death.
Hmm— pretty drab, isn’t it?
Come closer, observe, it always ends with death
But there’s something else….. Footprints
Footprints in the sands of time
Made and stamped, by humans, not aliens
Boy, do they look pretty!
Know this- footprints in the sands of time
Are not made sitting down
If you want to be recognised, remembered,
You must learn to do this simple things
Do what you love, and love what you do
That does the trick.
Yeah, with God on your side too,
Else you’ll just become another boring story.
Strive, reader, strive to leave your stamp
And dear, make it indelible.
Emm okay, less talk, Godspeed.
Day after day, I sit on the couch. My favorite place, and start watching. Hour after hour, I flip from channel to channel, I scroll with a smug on my face, I compare lives situations, circumstances, beginnings and endings. Of good people, bad, successful and the not. Creme de la creme, less priviledged ‘so cool! Ugh! Not cool!’, I say. Not realising, obviously I’m the worst. Unwatched, unlaughed at, even unfrowned at. Depend on what I’m given; smiling when smiled at, smiling when frowned at. My world full of plastic smiles. My future a gaping void, created by negligence, widened by overindulgence, and finally established by being a vision watcher- a couch potato. Then when life’s light goes off, my only memories will be fragments, of other people’s achievements. Then! I blame the couch! The economy! Every other thing! ….. Oh no! Can’t be my fault! Holding the candle for others, not lighting mine. When I wake from my terrible slumber, there’s already enough light, for all and sundry. As you percieve, they don’t need me. Such are the proceeds I get from trading my visions For a Couch!
As we sat eating peacefully at the table
I, my darling and my children
Kataboom! ketekete! came the sudden sound of gunfire
A peaceful moment was turned into chaos
At night we couldn’t stay there anymore
We packed our few belongings
And scrambled to the bush for safety
With my darling in tow
Suddenly I heard an anguished cry behind
I turned and saw my darling
Clutching his chest, his mouth spurting blood
by a ghastly wound made by a stray bullet
My sun went black, my moon wept blood
The clouds poured acid rain, as my darling said, “run”,
I left my darling, lyin gin the dust
Smiling sadly at me, before giving up the ghost
I stumbled blindly on, led by my distraught children
Tears blurring my view, sorrow clouding my reasoning
Till I could run no more, and we found a place of hiding
Far, Oh! so far away from my fallen darling
Nights later, when I crept out to get some supplies
I saw the infants, toddlers, young and old
kissing mother earth, sleeping to rise no more
My heart sank in utter despair
Stifling a sad cry, I strip them of their clothes
For my children – the dead won’t need clothes anyway
As I crept sadly back, since I couldn’t find food
My legs kicked a papery object, and I picked it up curiously
Laughing mirthlessly, seeing what it was
It can be used for fuel, if it can’t be eaten as food
I trudged on to refuge, safe in the arms of the bush
Since I couldn’t sleep, I sat up to read the queer book
I read of a supreme being called God, creating the world with words
“Surely, these people cant be serious. Unbelievable and far-fetched!”
I read of a God in form of a man (“really?”)
coming to die for mankind, sacrificing Himself
“Ha! This is ridiculous! how is it possible?”
However, as I read on, tears crept slowly out of my eyes
I read of His love, His compassion, of His sorrow and HIs temptation
of HIs battery and His crucifixion, and I felt my voice catch a little
Somewhere, somehow, like the dripping of dew,
Peace trickled slowly into my heart
clutching the book, I devoured more of its contents
to draw more peace-drops
Well, if Jesus actually did this, then I have hope to the extreme
That’s how He came into my life, after hours of reading the book
I gave my heart to Him, and my heart was set free from sorrow
My heart became clean, I felt alive, and felt happy! Yes!
I no more missed my darling so much
cos I have a new, most precious, darling
His name is Christ Jesus
Oh! my Darling
(I’ve got to introduce Him to my children right away!)
As I swallow the second to the last morsel of eba*
I almost choke it up
When I heard the news reporter
Give a detailed report of the impending chaos
I got up hurriedly
Rushed to meet my family
Packed our precious belongings
And rushed to the basement
Day after day, week after week
The racketing of bombs above our heads
The anguished cry of the captives never dies down.
In my sleep
I shed unshed tears
I pray unprayed prayers
Hoping against hope.
Taking stock of the situation
Outside my comfort zone
My horrible dream comes true
Tears find their way out of my eye sockets
Dismembered arms, amputated limbs
Gorged eyes, flayed faces
Some recognizable, some not.
My stomach retched at the sight
I walked in a dazed stupor
Drunken in anguish, reeling from shock
Weary from psychological stress
Stumbling, stumbling across my fallen brothers
What hope is there for me?
And my ever distraught family
I sighed and gnashed my teeth
As I remembered my last morsel of eba*
That meal is better off than me
Sitting coolly in one place
Not caring anything about the affairs of this world
So my thoughts ran paranoid.
Alas! out of the thick black darkness
A bright light knifed through
Shining, cutting through the darkness
Bringing with it love, joy and peace
Peace, Oh peace like a river
Giving me peace in times of war
Like cold water on my sun-fried back
Cooling my very innards
With the Prince of Peace riding in glory
Accompanied by the shout of angels
Saying “Peace, on earth”
Then ceased the wind
And there was a great calm
Giving me hope again.
Big words, big thoughts
Two minutes gone and your head is in a whirl
But your heart now rules over your head
A while ago you could swear you had control
Yet the reality yells its judgement at you
Guilty as charged!
We had them 4 laws in physics
Formed to thicken our brain linings
Irrational is how the studies reflect
what we already know
But, lemme do the fill-ins : -motions-
Made to move in a particular direction
Passion of the Christ,
But we replace the ‘Christ’ and reprogram our thoughts
So we end up drowning only in these E-motions our sites have created, as we fall through our minds
So, a single working of my little mind
Sent me spiraling down the ocean floor
Sucked into depths unimaginable
Singing the widow’s dirge
Till God with His mighty hand
Lifted me up and made me stand
They say “buckle up, be a man”
Though keeping it all in seems hard
I wish I could put down this façade of strength
“If I let You in, just maybe you could help”
Told it to Jesus and just like that
He fixed me and taught me what it really meant to be a man
When I felt He left
I coulda sworn I was a walking casket
Tears, frowns, blood flowing through gowns
As I run to meet my pastor
I poured all my thoughts but felt wasted
Like putting red wine into a basket
But when I reconciled with Grace
’twas worth breaking my box of alabaster