Prototype

June 12, 2020June 22, 2020Leave a comment

So much to say but it all seems shallow
What is it that I have made that time didn’t swallow
Now I say I’m made when I make it to a heart
Lord knows I am no longer at the start

But I live life like I’m a responsible baby
And most of my blood fam don’t know the QuChi
Only time I cry is when I make a battle cry
And when I crack after conquering the pressure

So much to type
But I’m not the type
Seen beyond the hype
I’m a prototype

“Come to me, all you who are heavy-laden…”
But my brothers still prefer to attack the kraken
I have plans but I can’t foresee the next day
So do research when you’re fixing to advise me
Sold at the park, yes I was only beaten by rain
Give me a mic, yes you’ll see just how much I trained

But sometimes the swiftest feet are defeated
And the arm of the mighty get deleted

I put my trust in God, not environment or state
I put my hands to work, some are celebrated late.

Niel Quchi
© 2020

Urgency

June 8, 2020June 8, 20202 Comments

I have a schedule
It isn’t subtle
The purpose is my prison
and in and out of season
I used to be a victim
Of accidents and habits
The devil thought he had me
But Father’s plans are working
Obedience made of loving
The highest of perspectives
The wisest of the wisest
Yeah I have a schedule
Yeah it isn’t subtle
But if thus says the Lord
My schedule sits to watch

Nielquchi
© 2020

WHEN I AM DEAD

May 15, 2020May 17, 2020Leave a comment

When I’m dead and my tombstone is among the press,
More than fame, did I hug the pressed?
More than religion, did I know deep rest
Or just live with my mouth open…
Never having enough?

Will they say I was circular, just because I circulated?
Will they call me gospel, because I mostly showed up in church clothes?
More than “famzing”, did I have family?
More than pain, did bring relief…
or was pointing fingers the point of hands?

The Niel

Stolen gist!

May 13, 2020May 17, 2020Leave a comment

That conversation….can one get over it?

DEAR ONE WORLD

The battle of mind begins with this conversation..

S one: you’re sick again and you say you’re healed,why the hypocrisy you can’t deceive yourself, I’ll have to be clear with you

S two: let her be, let her sleep, it’s due to the stress she can’t compete with. The blanket can heal, the rest can sit, with this she’ll be healed and be relieved

S three: I’ll tell the Truth cause that’s who I am, she’s healed but she doesn’t see it, she needs my glasses to look and be a healer like me.

S one: (laugh to S three) ..and she can’t heal herself? What strange word do you speak? See her shaken by grief. She practices your words with fear. How do you examine with this special care?

S two: let’s be silent so she sleeps, you make her mind restless, she hears us all with heavy breath…

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UNTITLED

May 13, 2020May 10, 2020Leave a comment

Flaws or floors, stories or storeys
Moore or more, homey or homie
Capabilities or CaP abilities
I hope this is one of those true testimonies

4 years ago today…
Writer of Everyday Jesus, Blog-leader
About to become Third CEDARS President
Not to boast at all but
what else is counting my blessings

I didn’t return
The Light
It can’t be returned, deny it?
It chooses only those that he made to be about it
Happily happy I’m happening to people
And the Lord is gonna be praised
It’s bound to be said
Grace and peace are multiplied by the knowledge, it read.

How many is that?

The Niel
©2020

MOTHER

May 10, 2020May 9, 2020Leave a comment

Mother of a god, how I birth is a mystery
I don’t need a sword no I cut with my future
Pharoah tried to touch us, I’m hurting that joker bad
Yes, I nurse the prince of Egypt, call me Jochabed

Uh!

Put that kid on the Nile
Pray that God has his time
Miriam keeping an eye
Aaron’s playing outside
Back to work in a jiff
Slave but low-key a priest
Well a priest of a priest.
Uh!

All I did was birth a knot in The Lord’s net
My Kid’s words sting, tell me what’s a Hornet?
Woman of Virtue, first you slave me then you free me
Shey the blacks have done their episode of slavery?

A Daughter of Zion, no be me go revenge
Through my kids I live on, life is about exchange.

The Niel

WOMAN

May 9, 2020May 9, 2020Leave a comment

Woman:
Lord Lord, them a’ come against me oh
Wanna kii me, but they let my lover go
Trap for you but save me when you save yourself oh
Haters vex because there was a time I said No

Crowd: You say what!??!!

Woman:
Lord, Rabbi, I am sorry I don’t wanna die.

Crowd:
You whore sitting crying like we all care.
When we caught you you were lying like a blanket.
Shey you’re begging now?
Shut your stinking mouth.

Fornicating is bad
But adultery is worse…

Woman:
My marriage was arranged

Random man: You think that makes a change?

Jesus:
Taa
He, who has no sin…

The Niel

Requiem for the Disarmed Forces

February 27, 2020February 27, 2020Leave a comment

I have always admired soldiers
Just like I have always ignored Valentine’s Day
But on the day, I make a statement.

Not because my silence isn’t sweetin me
Not because I am obligated to speak.

I have always admired soldiers,
as their sacrifices vary
from patriotism to sheer employment
from investment to raw adventure

I don’t just remember soldiers on a remembrance day,
especially because I am Igbo
a tribe that has forgiven genocide and discrimination.
I don’t just remember soldiers on a remembrance day,
especially because I am Nigerian
a country that has forgiven military dictatorships and coups.

I don’t just remember soldiers on a remembrance day,
especially because my friend Eric is a soldier,
a man that shares history, hopes and happiness with me.

I remember soldiers,
the fallen and the standing,
especially because guard-room is real,
and no reward is enough for the soldier;
Except for Freedom and the heat of battle.

From God is true freedom…
but when it comes to battle,
Arise, Oh compatriots…