To fill the empty hours of my despair; to occupy these fleeing
hours that seem to have no meaning; just to find a fulfilling
reality to the pain I face, let me write you this letter hoping
that my intention would be well understood; believing that
whatever I feel for this being on the path to love and life
would be made known when the next new moon brightens the
calm Africa sky in order to bring hope, inspiration and smiles to
the soul of each humankind who fatally face persecution and
fundamental human rights violation.
This is a mind journey in the being and soul that I am. In my
native Igbo language, we would call it: ako na uche; meaning
common sense and good thought. Let me, in this poetic letter,
take the mantle of good thought and common sense into that
unfathomable realm of the human mind and essence in motion.
This is the realization of all that makes us human. Whether
we are humane is another matter.
Let me, therefore, write this letter to you; believing that
the meaning of all I desire and cherish for the survival and
oneness of humanity would be seen in that same spirit of peace,
love and solidarity amongst humankind. May we see, hear and
understand. May we be!
Many days ago, I left home.
You were not there; but I had
to take you with me in order to
find meaning to the new person I
You were not there. So, I resolved
not to leave you behind shadows and
dark clouds. Many streams flowed in
my heart. I was so lonely. Yet not
alone. I was on my way to this new
life, hope and beginning. Yet, I
knew brooks in your thought. Those
brooks embraced and watered my effort
to find that nature of life in an
environment so peaceful yet painful.
My faith was strong. I had every
firm belief that I would make it.
You gave your blessing and love
even before I asked. Did you not
tell me what to wear? Did you not
affirm that my faith will surely
see me through in that Sea Walker's
unfailing love and care?
When you walked away, a windy and
calm, refreshing breeze from you
embraced my being. I felt angellic
hands on my head and shoulders.
Thoughts of you followed me to the
end of blue, midnight clouds and
skies. I was breathless. I hoped to
see the coming new day.
In my dreams; in my thoghts:-those
thoughts you posses, I saw your face
that blue, cloudless night. I saw
the inspiring hand of beauty and
dignity which you placed on my life.
I waited to embrace the new rainbow.
I waited on the beach of your love
and solidarity to ponder and dream
good, new dreams for you and for
me, for humanity in need and pain.
I write to you today, in my pain;
in my despair; in my joy, in my
loneliness and calm uncertainty
just to let you know that love will
always conquer; even when its not
given or given but not accepted.
You mean hope itself to me.
You mean loving thought and
the will to survive to my
being. You are life. You are
love so brilliant. And this
brilliance I must follow in
order to remain human with
With love and every beautiful wish: