The Road to Essertines

The Road to Essertines 


The Road to Essertines


Ugonna Wachuku 


(c) April 1997











The Harvest I   



The Harvest II   





















Lonely Eagle   



Brooks to You   






Distant Streams   



When Dawn Comes   



River Bird   



The Moon Never Departs   



When the Birds Sing   



The road   









She will Be   



This Earth in You   



For the Beginning   



I Remember Who You Are   



Winter in your Heart   



Masterpiece II   



Back Again   



Beckon Eagles   



Moon Angel   









The Author   


To her who became an

enigmatic muse on

The road to Essertines-

Catherine Ramu!      





On the road to Essertines, there is no short cut.

The experience is a long, whole, breathless, 

charming encounter with nature.


Yearning to be at one with enchanting country-sides of poetic

Confederation Helvetia, I set out for Essertines a small village

in the Dardagny Commune of Switzerland's Canton of Geneva.


Above of all, I went in search of her. And discovered that I

have been charmed to entrancement by the nature of her


On this stupendous road to Esertines, she became an enigma

and subsequently bloomed into a Muse. The reality of this

Muse dawned on me when I discovered that within the depths

of my creative being, new forms of poetic expression were

taking shape and breathing.   


In the days weeks and months that followed - between April,

1996 and February, 1997, poems in this collection were

written by me in response to the awesome creative inspiration

this enigmatic Essertines Muse brought my humble way.  


For how long she will remain this Muse, I cannot tell. But

indeed, I have dedicated this collection to her as a soulful,

monumental tribute to all women and men of inspiration and

goodwill; who will, against all odds, continue to love, to

care, to cherish and to conquer evil and fatal forces that

wish to stiffle our humaneness as humankind bound in dignified

brotherhood, peace and loving oneness.  


Today, it is a beautiful March afternoon. The sun is brilliant

and warm. From the large window of my home library and study,

I can see Geneva's magnificent country-side greening into

splendid spring near the river Rhone. So, I will be so

grateful if you join me as I step-out for an inspired walk

on the road to Essertines!  


Ugonna Wachuku

Loex village,

Bernex Commune,

Geneva, Switzerland

13 March, 1997   




The Harvest I   


On the temple's threshold,

I await your home-coming. 


I do not wait alone.

The eagle waits too. 


Then, at the distance,

the farmer begins to

gather the harvest for

you and for nature.

The sower begins to

soe the seed from the

land in your heart.   


The land is fertile.

Your land is green.

The rain begins to



The land kisses her.

The rain kisses the

land and the eagle

smiles across those

green fields luring.   


The sower sows more



The rain increases in

intensity while beneath

the sheltering tree you

sit in calm contemplation.   


Then you drink from

the rain as the farmer

gathers the harvest in

the healing, fertile

rain of your land.   


In your eyes, the new

harvest is seen.

New seeds begin to





The Harvest II   


The Path:  


I came to see you


I was at the farm.  





I wasn't there.

Anyway, if you came, that was

fine of you. And whatwas your



The Path:    


I came for the harvest.

These days, one never

knows when the clouds

will gather.    



[Somewhat suprised]  


The harvest! Who told you

there's a harvest?  


The Path:    


I am the path! 



Aha! The Path! The Path

to what? To where? 


The Path:   


Yesterday, remember you were

the road. The road flows to

your river inthe heart of

Essertines. But then, I am

the Path to this harvest!   





You're kidding me!

Who told you to believe



The Path:   


I don't need any old time

prophet to tell me that.

It's real. And don't you

forget: I am still the Path!  



[Shrugs again. Stares] 


Hmmnnmm! Talk about being

real. What do you know about

the harvest anyway?  


The Path:   


I was with you at the

beginning. I saw you

sitting under the tree

in the rain. The farmer

was there. The sower.

And the eagle too. I was

with you at your childhood

streams and waterfalls of

yeaterday and today - at the

spring - if you understand.   




I could. But then, I honestly

want to  know what you would say

about this harvest. I saw your

noble rainbow when the clouds

gatther. You think I didn't? 


The Path:    


Ah! There you are!!

But I have already told

you about the farm. What

else do you want to hear?




Your heartbeat! 


The Path:


The Path never beats.

It trails. For the heartbeat,

I suggest you meet your friend-





Okay! Then, what do

you trail? 


The Path:    





[Shaken. Exclaims]  


Meeee! The Path 

trails little me!  


The Path:  


Well ... 




That's all you'll

say? - "well ..."

Why me?

Tell me.

You seem to be an

interesting character.  


The Path:   


I have played so many

parts in my life-span

and time. You could be right.  




Then, what about the


What about trailing me?  


The Path:  


I will tell you tomorrow

when we meet at the river.  




The river! Where would

that be: The river?


The Path: 


Listen, Catherine, the

eagles call now. I've

got to go. We'll see at

the river.  




Hey you! Wait a second! 



But The Path was gone.

Leaves in the wind

followed The Path

while at the distance,

village drummers and

dancers waited for the

harvest ceremony at a

river of life and love

yet unknown to her.   




From my book collection: The Road to Essertines

 ~ Critiques/Comments ~

Amy Riberdy

Mona Omar
wow ugonna the road to essertines is lovely but the path was gone
leaves in the wind followed the path  river of life and love yet
unknown to her ?! wow its beautiful

Charisma *T.A.* Makatita-Poortman
I am truly impressed by your talent. Thank you for sharing your
wonderful thoughts.  Charisma ~*TMP*~


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Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place







"Even though we face the

difficulties of today and

tomorrow, I still have a

dream. I have a dream that

my four little children will

one day live in a nation where

they will not be judged by the

color of their skin but by the

content of their character."

~Martin Luther King, jr.



In 1964, Nelson Mandela was sentenced to life in

prison. Seven years later, I was born. As soon as

I was old enough to understand, my mum and dad,

both historians, had taken me through pages in




Outside the bloody, sad tale of the fight of my Igbo

people for survival and fulfilment within Nigeria,

that of the Jews, African Americans, native American

Indians, Koori (Australian Aborigines), Tibetans;

Palestinians; including Mexican Indians, and others

across the world of then and today, the story of

the blatant oppression of native, aboriginal South

African black people by a white minority struck me in a

moving manner.   



By reading and observation, I followed the struggle

against apartheid. In humane spirit, I was drawn to

the humble, but unequivocal yearning of this South

African leader who had been condemned to spend

the rest of his powerfully advocative life in prison.

Mandela became an enigma to me. Far from me and even

farther from the world around him, Mandela, symbolic

of the courageous spirit of the South African people,

became a spirit of the deep ancestral Africa which I

resolved to uphold, embrace and celebrate after the

dawn of freedom I longed for.   



Above all, I came to realize that I had fallen in

love with a people and their struggle for a peaceful

recognition of the worth and dignity inherent in their

human essence. This love stems from my family's

unwavering involvement in the South African struggle -

a high level involvement that date back to the time

my uncle, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, was Nigeria's Foreign

Affairs Minister: 



Notably, a 1964 telegram from the United States Embassy

in South Africa to the Department of State read thus:   



"Cape Town, April 22, 1964, 11 a.m

/1/Source: Department of State, Central Files, POL

29 S AFR. Confidential; priority.

Repeated to London, USUN, Pretoria, and Lagos.



/3/In the "Rivonia" trial, nine African Nationalist

leaders, including Nelson Mandela, were charged with

planning and carrying out sabotage. The Rivonia trial

was so called because of the arrest of a number of the

defendants on a farm in Rivonia, Transvaal.

I read the following statement to FonSec Jooste"

of South Africa "yesterday afternoon:

`Nigerian Foreign Minister Wachuku has expressed to

our Ambassador' - USA - `in Lagos his view that if

death penalty should be imposed and carried out on

Mandela and other defendants in Rivonia sabotage

trial it would place moderate African leaders like

himself and Government of Nigeria, who are attempting

to follow a reasonable course on the South African

problem, in an impossible situation...'  Jooste took careful

notes. His reaction to Wachuku's statement was calm...




Later, in the early 80s, as Senate Foreign Affairs

Committee Chairman, my uncle, Jaja Wachuku, against the

Nigerian government policy of isolating the South African

government because of apartheid, in a very dangerous

mission, secretly went to South Africa to put pressure on

president Pieter Willem Botha, then prime minister, for

the unconditional release of Nelson Mandela and others;

including the willing abrogation and total dismantling

of the obnoxious apartheid system in every humane sense

and truthful reality. Jaja Wachuku's meeting with president

Botha was a rewarding but acrimonious one. My uncle took

this great risk for the love of his fellow brothers and

sisters in South Africa. Unflinchingly, he truely loved

all humanity; and cared so much for people's well-being,

fulfilment and peaceful joy:



For example, after the sorrowful Nigerian - Biafran war,

there were so many orphans amongst our Igbo people

in Nigeria. Jaja took some of these orphans into the

Wachuku family and wholly trained and cared for them till

adulthood. Today, these orphans of yesterday are happy and

responsilbly fulfilled members of our big, interesting

Wachuku family and the Nigerian society at large. Today,

they are my cousins, brothers and sisters in that uniquely

African manner of caring, and overwhelmingly inspiring

family tradition. Throughout his distinguished 78 years,

(1918-1996), on this earth, Jaja Wachuku deeply believed

that a wrong-doer cannot be corrected by isolation; but by

compassionate and lovingly understanding dialogue coupled

with constant interaction in order to bring that person

to the same level of love and compassionate understanding

of the fact that we all are worthy and dignified human

beings created in the image of God Almighty:



Also, during 1979 to 1983, my uncle's days of service

to our people and nation in the Nigerian Senate, a

political correspondent of one of the Nigerian newspapers

reported one amongst Jaja Wachuku's numerous visionary and

proactive advocacy and practical solution to the South

African apartheid problem, in the following words: 



"The redoutable Jaja held his colleagues

spell-bound on the floor of the Senate

as he weighed heavily on them with his

awesome oratorial machinery, defending

his vision that the defeat of apartheid

and freedom for South African blacks",

and other groups, "shall flow from the

barrels of dialogue and contact, not

from the barrels of isolation and




So, With unwavering vision, for Jaja Wachuku, his unpopular

interaction and dialogue with the apartheid regime had to be

kept going; not just to free the blatantly oppressed and

brutalized blacks and other groups, but also to free

our beloved brothers and sisters - whites - from their

heavily overbearing circle of hatred and destructive

feelings entwined with fatal actions of hopeful

superiority upheld by glaringly unjust laws and

government policies which had no human face.



To understand more about my uncle's view as stated in

the preceding paragraph and earlier in this prologue,

please, kindly hear Frederik Willem de Klerk in his touching

autobiography titled: "The Last Trek - A New Beginning:



"It was a day of liberation - not only

for black South Africans, but also for

us white South Africans. Suddenly, the

burden of three hundred and fifty years

had been lifted from our shoulders. For

the first time, we could greet all our

countrymen without guilt or fear as

equals and as fellow South Africans.

When I woke up that morning" (10 May 1994)

"I was still the president of South Africa.

When I went to bed, the mantle had passed

from me to Nelson Mandela...

It is not only black, coloured

and Indian South Africans who have

been liberated. After generations,

whites have been freed from the

defensive Laager (the circled ox-

wagons which served as a kind of

fortress within which they could

protect their women and children

and cattle) in which they had for

centuries been confined...

It was the" Laager "ideal to which

I myself had clung until I finally

concluded, after a long process of

deep introspection, that, if pursued,

it would bring disaster to all the

peoples of our country - including

my own..."



Humbly, my family's unwavering involvement in the

South African struggle has many untold stories which

I would rather rest for now as I take you on this

soulfully moving journey through Spirit of the Deep.

However, I must let you know that everyone of us who

belongs to the Wachuku family is humbly proud to be

part of the bunch. Ours is an inspiringly outstanding

family which dates back, in known history, four hundred

and eighty years. This means that presently, the Wachuku

family of the area that is today known as Nigeria, is

in its twelfth generation because biblically, a generation

is forty years.  



Indeed, over the years, my love for the South African

people and all of humanity has continued to grow

in unfathomable dimensions:



Then, when on 11 February, 1990, six years before

my distinguished uncle, Jaja Anucha Wachuku, went

the way of all mankind, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela

walked out of Victor Vester prison, a free and

healthy man, unconditionally, I held my breath

with tears and hopeful unbelief. In the deepest

corners of my soul and being, I knew that Albert

John Lutuli's visionary South Africa was here: 



Accepting the 1960 Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, Norway

on 11 December, 1961, Lutuli said:



"Our vision has always

been that of a non-racial,

democratic South Africa

which upholds the rights

of all who live in our

country to remain there

as full citizens with

equal rights and

responsibilities with

others. For the consumation

of this ideal, we have

laboured unflinchingly;

we shall continue to

labour unflinchingly."



Today, as I write Spirit of the Deep - in celebration

of Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela and all the beautiful and

humanely brave people of South Africa - these "rainbow

people of God", I feel so fulfilled; knowing that an

enigmatic reality inside of me has finally found creative

expression and explanation within the inspirational depths

of my being and unfolding earthly journey.



Accordingly, afterwards, concerning the South African

experience, I was calmly moved by the following words

from John Pilger in his paradoxical British Broadcasting

Corporation (BBC) aired documentary film entitled:  

"Apartheid did not die:"    



"Coming back to South Africa,

I have been suprised to discover

a generosity of spirit that

survived the atrocities of

apartheid. It is a humanism

expressed in the distinctly

African notion that people are

people through other people.

This sense of community and

sharing is not without the

usual frailties. But the

evidence of its resilence

is everywhere in this country.

And this film has been a tribute

to that vibrant quality.

But tributes are not enough!


It was the ordinary people

of South Africa who set the

pace of change. It was their

humanity and their courage

that triumphed here;

proving that fundamental

change is possible. It

will be a tragedy for all

of us if their continuing

struggle goes unrewarded;

for its inspiration and

lessons are universal."    



From the enchanting, peaceful gardens and green country-

sides of poetic Geneva through the humbling confluence of

inspiring rivers Niger and Benue to the welcoming and

bravely kind Kraals of South Africa through to the ends

of our breath-takingly beautiful blue earth unbound, let

us acknowledge and uphold our love and cherishment for

one another. We must move with God's loving spirit in us.

Humanity must be willing enough to learn from the healing

South African experience or else, we are lost forever!  



Indeed, may God Almighty gracefully grant us the mustard

seed faith to find our spirit of the healing deep in South

Africa's inspiring and powerful yearning for peace, harmony

and fulfilment founded on love, oneness and respect for the

divine worth and dignity of all humankind. These are the

subtle, soul stirring words I leave with you this day and




Ugonna Wachuku
Geneva, Switzerland 



Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place 

~ Critiques/Comments ~   



Marcia Ellen "Happy" Beevre  


I don't know much about God, Ugonna.  But surely if there is such a being, it's spirit has touched your heart, mind, body, and soul, and the hearts of your people!   





Amy Riberdy   







Teresa Jacobs  


I often wonder why the world is so full of hate. We treat those who look different from ourselves with aversion. I believe that ultimately we are all brothers and sisters. My wish for the world is peace. Maybe someday we will find a cure for all of the injustices that have been placed upon those who look different and the ignorance that once was prevalent will cease to exist and all of god's children will live in peace. Your words have touched me deeply. Thank you so much for sharing them with me. You are truly a good person and someday the good will triumph over the evil.


Peace and Love  




Serene Moment


AWESOME!  I was mesmerized right from the start!  As it slowly unfolds, I feel that I was right there at the scene.  This piece speaks volumes of the messages of love, hope, courage, longing and aspiration for freedom.  You have spoken the voice of your people.  I was truly spellbound!    



Angela Albee


I scanned what you wrote...not enough time right now to full read it, but what i did read was very interesting. I like the quotes incorporated into the text. I will look foward to reading it in it's entirety. thanks.  



Joleen Skerkowski


Ugonna~ I too was trying to do a quick scan through...but  I was indeed caught in your spirit in this writing..I had to continue.....there is hope in this world...spirit of community...and peace......your display is an ultimate work of the Spirit........through and through..I feel as though I am there....Thank you for sharing this ....and many blessings to you......joleen   



Mona Omar  


dear ugonna i hope the coming new year bring all your wishes true of peace and love for all humanity :) god bless you   



Milton Manyaas   


Ugonna,  This speaks volumes of the spirit of humanity: the mesages of love, peace, justice for all and universal brotherhood.It is our sincere hope that the mankind would recognize these ideals in its endevour to improve our global village.  





Mary Charest  


Hi Ugonna, Once again I am thrilled to hear from you and to be counted among your many friends.  This piece is very moving, yet bittersweet.  Bittersweet because it reminds me of the one-dimensional thinking that causes all the pain that these beautiful people must recover from.  If everyone could see the world from your viewpoint, it would be an ideal world.  "Let your tears from yesterday find love and peace..."  As always, from you, perfection.


Love and peace,




Linda M. Medeiros   


Ugonna, Bless you for sharing these thoughts of South Africa and the hardships that have occurred throughout her history. Your kind, caring, loving words have been well recieved and so shall they be to all who read. Our precious gift of life should not be entwined with hatred and war, but with love. Our human lifespan is much too short to continue living in the past. Time to drop all negative ideologies and pray to our Lord for guidance through the right path. I see He has started with you and amongst others, now we must spread this love so it does not vanquish into total darkness. Thank you for sharing.


Love and peace. Linda   



Misty Lackey  


Thanks for sharing the beauty.    



Donna Allard


Well Ugonna,


What can I say ...we are all eagles soring above our countries..with hope and a tear that all will regain a peacefull inheritence. Many share your view(s) but few decide to write. Cheers to you for sharing your voice.  I'm expecting a 'signed' copy my friend  This May our university (U of Moncton) is giving a Literary Conference of which my part is to be responsible for bringing in poets and authors who are associated with the Atlantic. Ie: Atlantic Canada, Iceland, France, Greenland, Norway etc.. maybe one day I can bring you to Canada.  Can you send me a jpg photo and a short bio & biblo so I can add you to my Bookstore, and other sites. Thank you in advance.  Cheers! Keep Safe! Keep Peace! Keep Informed!


Donna Allard Allard Creative Communications

Canadian Poetry Association Membership Coordinator   



Helen Schmidt  


Ugonna,  It was with humility and respect that I read your marvelous work, "Spirit of The Deep."  My wish is that you and your fellow country men and women accomplish that which you have begun . . . bringing freedom, equality, and tolerance to all people of Africa.  What a wonderful man your uncle was! How proud of him you must be.  Thank you so much for inviting me to read this wonderful book.  Best regards, Helen  



Myra Lochner  


Dear Ugonna,  


On reading SPIRIT OF THE DEEP, it became clear to me that no other person could have written such an eminent tribute. As a Christian, a son of Africa, and traveller of our times, you understand the heartbeat of the South African nation as a whole, yearning for peace and righteousness.  I am a white South African and I can honestly say that I was brought up by a Christian mother, who demonstrated love for all peoples of South Africa. The law of love is written on the heart...  I should like to know about the symbolic background of the eleven eagles. Is that a reference to the South African languages? Are you the 12th eagle, representative of the rest of the world? Also, what is the meaning of the spear tilling the farmlands?  Ugonna, may the peace and truth of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you where-ever you go.


Sincere regards,  

Myra Lochner   



Michelle Obakeng  


Hi Ugonna,  


I read through your book: "The Great Place." Thanks for posting the Prologue here. Though Frederik de Klerk may be a controversial figure, it is wisdom to have maintained his position in power with Mandela. Perhaps, that was the only way for the people of South Africa to have avoided social unrest. A bit like Abe Lincoln who unwillingly freed the slaves. God used De Klerk for good purposes.  


In fact, your book is a tribute to peace and peacemakers of which Nelson Mandela is a leading figure, and your Uncle: Jaja Anucha Wachuku whose name is not included in the history books.  Yes, the people of South Africa deserve to be called "Sons of God", a title that would fit every nation that has been oppressed under heaven.  Your work is proof that one can still fight under God's banner for justice -- What God demands: "Let justice roll in the land". And as you said it: "We must move with God's loving spirit in us..."  Will this publication contain illustrations?  Thanks for including me in your panel. May your work continue to touch hearts.  






Mark Le Roux


Real musical quality. Can well imagine it with drums and dancers.  Would work well in a theatrical context and on the silver screen.  Passionate. Has well researched South African setting.  Imaginative! Original!  





Farah Didi




You have really excelled yourself here, 

in "SPIRIT OF THE DEEP." The spirituality, 

the oneness of humankind, the shared 

human values you bring out in the book 

through the story of South Africa has no 



It is true that "Nkosi Sikelele Africa" is 

more than just the National Anthem of a country. 

It embodies the suffering of the natives of South 

Africa in the apartheid era. And your story and 

poem brings out the heart of their suffering. 


Interestingly, I was blessed in meeting Nelson 

Mandela when he came to visit Wales a few years 

ago! I shall never forget that day!  


Thank you, Ugonna, for this wonderful visit to 

South Africa! 






2002-03-04 09:55:55

Adele Smith


I never thought of South Africa 

in the contents you wrote this 

interesting book. 


Although I live in South Africa, 

I have never felt like a South African. 

I feel like an outsider in an ever  

changing world. 


Keep up with your writings! 





2002-03-21 05:09:59

Douglas Lazard

"Jesus loves the little children...(ALL)... the children in the world!"  The day is coming soon my friend, when we shall walk in that blessed light as the children of God!  The Pain and shame that we fill now for the way the human race has treated it's brothers, will be washed away forever and replaced by everlasting love,joy and beauty! Rejoice my brother!!!  For the signs are all around us and that day draws nigh! 

Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~  


2002-04-26 08:51:56  


Soulful Plea

Ugonna Wachuku 


Act One


Enter the World Wide

Web Cryer with a
pleading, soulful voice.




"In the beginning was the word,
and the word was with God,
and the word was God."


~John 1:1-2


Part I


Disarmament! Disarmament! 

HIV-AIDS Healthcare for all 

afflicted! Healthcare for all!

Humankind, humble yourself:  

Let us, as one people, build a
world free of destructive arms
and weapons of fear, violence
and terror! 

This new day:


I am the voice of a soul crying
in the World Wide Web. 
Make peaceful our conflict and
war torn world. Healthcare 

for all. 

Create love in hearts and souls 
filled with racism. Build new homes 

of humanhood and oneness

in every human soul.


Stand. Be bold and uphold the
light of love. Let your love
uplift and care for our fleeing
refugees and asylum seekers.
Let our humaneness bloom for
our beautiful earth's refugees
and devastated asylum seekers!
This world is theirs too.
This new day, please, build
homes of love, humanhood
and soulful care.


Light living lamps of love
on dying landscapes and villages
of yesterday and today.


Gather the children and tell
them stories of our humaneness
and dependence on one another.
Let them see the beauty of life
and hope in earth's enchanting
embrace of love with refreshing
dews from heaven.


Let the "poor" of the earth teach
us the humility in loving,
upholding and appreciating one
another the way we are.


Let these "poor" of the earth lead
us to earth's hidden treasures and
life sustaining waterfalls where we
will deeply learn the urgent need
of preserving our tearfully dying
environment globally.


Now, so many are dying in pain and
anguish from HIV-AIDS; from the stigma
of human neglect and selfishness:
Please do not cast them away. Let
us love. Let us fight; and together
as one people, conquer this rampaging
destroyer of the humankind that we are.
Grow not weary. Let us conquer for
humankind; for our progenies because
we can. Let us cherish our Creator's
living words with hope and faith. 

HIV-AIDS Healthcare for all 

humankind afflicted. 


Enfold every earth inhabitant and this
God given beautiful blue planet with
refreshing fountains and streams of
human rights unchained. Clothe this
human rights upliftment with striking
sky white clouds of peace and love
unbound in our humanity. 


Part II


Slay this spirit of hypocrisy and 

injustice on the awaiting altar of
love, peace and beautiful oneness
right across our pleading

precious planet panting.


Smell the sweet scent of earth's
dewy morning and welcoming evening
on golden green grass, shores and
landscapes of home and peace.


Plant the humane spirit of His truthful
"Sermon on the Mount" in every heart
across the world. Let each new day
bring us into this life-giving well
of Matthew 5-7!
Make us whole! Make us loving!
Gracefully make us peaceful!
Create us anew, each new day in
your unfailing love so truly  



This new day, come: Let us plant
our dying earth anew. This welcoming,
new morning, come, humanity, come:
Take a walk with me on this fertile
road to love and peace soulfully
clothed in skins of human rights
upliftment and awareness.


This refreshing, new morning, I
stand at your door, knocking, waiting,
waiting! Won't you, please, come with
me for this humble embrace of love,
peace and respect for the worth and
dignity of each humankind, our fellow
earthly animals, plants and diverse


I humbly stand at the door of your
being, pleading; waiting, waiting!
Please, kindly answer yes to my
soulful plea!


Remember, I am the voice of a soul
crying out there in the World Wide
Web. Please, humankind, light living
lamps of love on dying homesteads of
yesterday and today!


Part III


This new day, come: Let us plant
our dying earth anew. This hopeful
new morning, come, humanity, come:
Take a walk with me on this fertile
road to love and peace soulfully
clothed in skins of human rights
upliftment and cherishment!


This new day, I am still the caring
voice of a soul crying out there in
the whole World Wide Web:


Disarmament! Disarmament! 

HIV-AIDS Healthcare for all 

humankind afflicted. 

Make loving and peaceful our conflict
torn beautiful blue planet of ennobling
enchanting emerald, so richly bestowed
with our awe striking Creator's
unfailing unfathomable love!


Act two


Exit the World Wide Web 

Cryer, still, with his
pleading, soulful voice
echoing to the hearing
of all humankind and our
beautiful blue planet.
This is the soaring and
refreshingly visionary
way of the eagle that is
this pleading and soulful
World Wide Web Cryer.
Listen to him, beloved
humankind and earth!




"But they that wait upon
the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall mount up
with wings as eagles; they shall
run and not be weary; and they
shall walk, and not faint."
~Isaiah 40:31

"Let us not be weary in doing good:
for in due season we shall reap if
we faint not."
~Galatians 6:9


Humankind, my soulful,
loving plea persists:

Remember, I am still that
soulful voice crying in
the World Wide Web...


Soulful Plea: 

~ Critiques/Comments ~

Teresa Jacobs 

Your thoughts are so well represented in this peace of writing. The
passion and sorrow of the earth is felt whole heartedly as it's
destruction becomes evident in the depletion of the ozone layer and
the fires that ravage the landscape and the savage cries of the
earthquake that destroys all that lies within it's reach. The earth
cries out to mankind to cease it's destruction of the environment and
learn to live in harmony with it as God intended for us to do. You
convey your message with much conviction and concern for mankind. I
respect this and throughly enjoyed readig your words. I only hope that
more people will respond positvely to the needs of the earth and the
people that inhabit this planet. Thanks for sharing these inspiring

Corrina Sthreshley 

I loved this poem.  The style in which you did it was so unique, and
it got the point across in a very elaborate way.  i have never seen
someone write a poem in such a way, but it is certainly praiseworthy.
Thanks for putting such a poem online.  the whole world should read
2004-05-21 21:18:12 

Banks of the Amazon

Ugonna Wachuku 


On sustainability, climate change action,   

renewal of earth's environment, corporate

social responsibility, energy efficiency, 

responsible global trade and abiding 

nature conservation for beloved

humankind's survival: 


Life will continue her journey
on the dream's path. She will
take along every purity from
the earth. Every root shall be
moved for life through nature.


The dream has come to the land.
You shall ever know the love
from my soul to help humankind 

take sustainable action on this 

threatening climate change, 



From bountiful banks of the
Amazon, I shall rise for the
voyage. I shall take with me
fresh fishes for new
beginnings. Trees of the
jungle will bow in
admiration and care

for earth's soil and

blood humankind.  


The dream shall kiss this
river in a subtle show of
universal love. On the face
of the Parana, the dream shall
glitter to let everyone know
the love that we share.


This spirit of the Amazon shall
take me to the breath-taking
height of precious Pico da
Bandeira. Then, let me know
what you think of the dream's
soul for earth's renewal, forever.


Cherish a whole life of oneness
across the land. Let love light
the dream's torch in the morning
of darkness and uncertainty from

this climate change on humankind's

enchanting earth home.


Let every eye see its the dream's

flame in the heart of Brasillia and

across the world. From the land's

depth, let Rio de Janeiro beat

drums for a Samba of peace and

love to let humankind conquer

this climate change, threatening.


Let time and seas of life kiss
the love of my being on the coast
of Sao Paulo. Let your soul
experience the dream's lovely joy
on the yearning lands of Salvador.


Let love and hope
dine with us in
Thecife for












Let the banks of
the Amazon and
Niger bloom and
glow for life

for climate 




Ugonna Wachuku 


There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

social justice, for

dying humankind's

well-being globally, 

for fertile farmlands

and humane harvest. 

Inequality blooms!

Silence! You don't 



Church bells are silently

ringing at the distance.

Temple bells are also 

ringing. And Mosque 

calls mingle with these 

ringing bells alive. 

I can hear the women
and men singing. I hear 

humankind singing: 
I can hear you from
Essertines. I can hear

you from Nigeria!

I can hear you from

Mexico! I can hear

you from these United

States of America!

I am 


I am









I can hear you from
the woods. I can hear 

you from this earth!

I am uncounted



I can hear your voice
from the other village.
Yet, you are so far
away. But I am still

human unloved! 


But with the clustered
brilliance of your waving
hair, you will come in


At the warmth of the
evening sun, you will
smile in silence. I too
will watch in silence.  


Night shall come with
golden lamps to give
you hope and unforgotten
love with cherishment;
to give you the silence
of yearning hearts walking
the lush landscape of my
beckoning soul: 


That loving mutness in
sweet sad silence seen 

across our breathing 

blue earth!


There's grave silence

accross the earth seen. 

Hidden hearts preach in 

cities for growth, for

resilience, for soothing

social justice, for fresh 

farming and harvest, 

for dying humankind's

well-being, globally!

Inequality is King!

Skin colour brightly 

bars in hidden







Yet, I can hear your

handsome hate from















Wherever You Lead

Ugonna Wachuku


The end of the day is drawing near.

The end of dreams and hope is winding

its weary way down green mountain slopes

and lush country-sides.  


There is a windy wave painting patterns

and rainbows on the cute canvas of my

soul. There are birds singing a dirge

for new hope in life.  


With the fresh fragrance of that dewy

despair in your simple soul, you flower

fleeing gardens in the deeper me.

There are bleak roads and bountiful



There are dreams, realities and riddles 

and hope. There are longings and

age-long yearnings.  


Your heart is beating fast.

Mine is beating fast too 

on this trying journey called



Mountains and hills stand tall;

rising so high to kiss the sky's

blue-grey lips. Windows and shadows

open before this road that I have to

take. There are dreams, riddles and

brilliant blossoming hope. 


I ponder at that tasty aroma from the

sweet despair in your simple soul:

Sometimes, it seems all dark.

Somedays, it feels all lost.  


Somehow, it echoes hopelessness.

Somewhere, it shows a world in

hatred; a planet in conflict with

the inspirational breath of her own



Now, it really feels all dark.

Yet, there is a smiling sea of 

love in every human heart: 


I am the light of the world 

on so hopeful hills and 

towering mountain tops. 


There is a life-giving well in

the sea of empty hearts.

There is love and emerald in

your weary eyes.  


Even when they wish you dead,

there are doors to life on

the welcoming threshold of

heaven's lush country-side.  


I know: because, I've been there.

There are new roads of opportunity

and dreams to follow.


There are welcoming nightingales

and caring angels on this avenue

to life and hope, inspiring.  


There are waterfalls and rivers of

love wherever you lead. Wherever

you lead, there are guiding stars

and soothing sea waves on

the blessed beach.


There is peace. There is

joy. There is truth.

There is life - wherever

you lead.  


Wherever you lead:

My heaven's love.

My life.

My saving lamb,

wherever you lead,

I will follow.  


Take my little,

feeble hand.

Take my hungry



Lead me to your

well of life and

hope because there

are smiling handsome

hawks swooping in on

the landscape of my

pleading soul.  


Let me not see these

tall mountains and

howling hills. Be in

my small head.

Let me cast my cares

and burdens on you.

Take my little hand.

Wherever you lead:

I will follow. 


Take my worries.

Take my little,

feeble hand.

I am nothing.

I am empty.

Take my







( )






Wherever You Lead 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 


Cathy Choffin

Wow! What a wonderfully written testimony. Your every word mirrors my own life, and relationship.  From the very first stanza to the last word, I felt your want to follow. To break free of the hold life so tightly grips on us.  Great poem. Truely blessed am I to have read it.  



Dewey Davis 

...a smiling sea of love/in every human heart.. That line, in the heart of this poem, is one of the lines of poetry that one tends to remember forever. This poem put me in a lovely, peaceful place. I can imagine myself inside the beautiful landscape you describe. Definitely, a tremendous sense of inner peace can be found in this poem. Thank you for sharing this.  


Teresa Jacobs

My friend you make me feel good. You paint such beautiful pictures with your words. I am awe struck at the brilliance of this poem. It's meaning is universal. Oh so beautiful is this poem. I must read this poem many times and soak-up the beauty of it's message. Thank you. You are wonderful.  


Robin Schmidt

Well done Ugonna, this is my favorite, of all of your works, and I do like them all. This one simply captured me, it's amazing! Great job! I love it!! It paints a beautiful picture in my mind, that this poem deserves a second and a third read if not more. I have to refer my friend to this poem and to the rest of your brilliant pieces, for I know she too will be swept away by this wonderful masterpiece. Thank you!! Peace and much love to you! 

Yours truly,  

Robin aka Starlite_angel

2002-02-26 15:39:22 


Lesa Gay

Dear Ugona,  

Whenever I get the chance to come and visit you, I leave in awe at the mastery of your words. Such beautiful images you paint and what great truths you leave us with to ponder. 






2003-02-04 03:28:41 


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Ugonna Wachuku  



All for: Farah Didi of Maldives!



This new day, there is
heaven's healing in your
heart for the lofty land.
The rainbow begins a trail
to you and to nature with
smiles and caring colours.
Winds glide.
Stars watch
through your
eyes on blue


Shadows of the moon beam

depart for a journey to you.
Like birds of spring, you
walk through these flowers
to build new, loving dreams
on the moon's moving mild mind.  


Winds glide from your blue,
smiling sea into nature and
my heart. New inspiration
blooms for this eagle soul.
And islands in the sea are
born anew for the people's
well-being and refreshing


Then, on distant islands
where drumbeats echo
hopeful rhythms, you
become a singing and  
soulfully uplifting,
flower face. in the
emerging sun of your
land's early dawn.
Hope is born anew.
Life is enriched
with heavenly
bounties for the
journey ahead.  


You whisper to the wind
and to me. You empower
dear dreams through hopeless
landscapes. You draw precious
patterns of the healing rainbow
on dark threatening clouds.
And there is
hope and
for the


This new day, when the bountiful
rain meets you, you shall be headed
for home and love. There, whispering
winds, nightingales and whistling
pines shall tell you the story
of this healing love unchained
in everyone's heart and mine too.  


On fertile farmlands of home
and today, eagles begin to come
home with the hope of hearing
your enriching story:  


Just whisper.
Whisper to those
eagles. Whisper
to nature and to
me. And your
bountiful story
will be told.
Just whisper
and the land
will be born
anew with
hope and
care in
of the


In your caring eyes,
this new day, there
is hope and healing for
the land. Just whisper
and the earth will hear
with heaven's caring


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Whisper" is dedicated to Farah Didi - this Maldives light of the human spirit and creative essence because she gave us: "she rose among the waves." And surely, this land of her soul will be born anew with heaven's peaceful care beyond the waves! 


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Here are Your Roses

Ugonna Wachuku   


I am back to you again.
I am here once again to
let you know my thoughts:


On moonlit roads to home
and yesterday, you walk
to the beat of my heart.
And I too walk to the
beat of your humane


On lush landscapes of new
love and hopeful life, you
plant rainbow colours on
clouds of my being.


Tomorrow, when soaring
eagles meet us on the
mountain top, you shall
lovingly ask me:


"Where are my roses?";
and I will gladly say:
Here are your roses,


Here are your roses 

~ Critiques/Comments ~    


Valerie Jochum

Ugonna, you have such a unique way of writing.  Your expression will lead anyone who reads it to believe, it was written just for them.  So lovely!  


Renee' Quinn

such wonderfully colorful words....  my favorite line would have to be...  clouds of my being.....  that is a fantastic line.....  


Farah D

I had to read this after your comments re- my poem and the link you left! and I am stunned! this poem is the "other side" of mine! beautifully and expressively written!! Thank you so much for the link you left! or I might have never discovered this wonderful piece of writing!  


Teresa jacobs

I love the line, "On moonlit roads to home and yesterday, you walk to the beat of my heart", ahhh, so romantic. Once again you have managed to gather my feelings and captivate them with your wonderful style of writing. I am so intriuged by your words and savor eveything about them. The stories they reveal give meaning to life and the essence of your soul. Thank you for sharing. 


Deborah Russell

There is great human compassion expressed here. Anyone could be "beautiful one" and that leaves me to visualize this window to world of love in purist concept. Great writing. 


Myra Lochner

Ugonna, Giver of Roses ...  Here is a rose for you too:  HAIKU  fragrance of the soul painted in purple and pink stemmed on Life's green  Myra Sun  


Rosemary Basil

Ugonna, your poems are pure light words dancing in a dark world. Thank you for sharing and for signing at my site!  


2002-03-06 21:13:59


Misty Lackey

here are your roses beautiful one, what more would any woman want to hear but these words from a guy. wow, you sure have words to melt a heart and send it into passion. 

2002-04-23 16:29:48



dear uggona  

beautiful words as always 

2002-05-11 07:47:16


Judy Costea




You make the reader feel as though they are the one in the poem. I love the way you bring my heart and mind into your poetry, as though i could be on this path and journey enjoying life and love with you. You have such a beautiful way of expressing all that is around you and making me see it all so colorful and close to the heart. 

You are truly a man of many talents. 

Thank you for giving your beautiful gift of poetry to us all.   



2003-01-24 09:59:41


Lesa Gay 


Thank you for the roses Ugonna! 


As many that have already commentd on this, I too agree that your work always draws me

into it as if you were writing directly to my soul. It is always such a pleasure to visit your site.

I am sorry the hour is so late or I would stay longer. 


I will be back soon to read more of the person that is you. 


My love, 


2003-02-04 03:33:22 


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Beautiful One

Ugonna Wachuku 


When silent drums speak;
when silent hearts beat;
when silent birds sing'
I'll listen. I'll be there.


I'll listen because I am
on a journey through life.
I am on a journey through
green hills and valleys.


Through the dark, weary
night, dawn shall meet
me with caring embrace
and soothing smile.


I must walk on; towards
this land of hope and
new love amongst 



On this inspiring land,
I'll tell uplifting stories  

of this journey from

my deep heart.


I'll tell you why the

tortoise has lines

on his hard back.
I'll tell you why

humankind must

love one another.


I'll tell you wonderful
stories for the survival
of humankind and our

enchanting earth



I'll kiss you welcome
and take you to that
lofty land of my being
where dews from

heaven refresh my



I'll make you sweet
smelling egusi soup.
You will love it.  

And when you are

done, I know you'll

ask me: "Where is

the beautiful one?"


I'll gladly say to you:
Here is the
beautiful one
because you