humankind

Humankind

 

Humankind

 

 

I want to speak one more Language

 

That everybody can easily speak

 

Same as our food or as beverage

 

If not, it means, we are weak

 

 

 

I wish I could deal with people

 

In everywhere, whatever they are

 

I hope I can once be able

 

To become a friend to those are aware

 

 

 

Serious or peaceful situations

 

Should not affect our hearts

 

The poverty or luxury nations

 

Are only our world' parts


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The Gods Of Man

While many had proclaimed their coming to be a work of the devil, and others tried to cloud the truth, there were those who had seen the coming as fate, and had begun to worship this new race. Cults began to appear and grow in every corner of the world, and spread this radical new message to those any and all who would believe and follow. Every old world religion had now found themselves a dangerous new enemy; not of science or of politics, but of the mystery that had now been solved, the knowledge that had grown from the darkness of ignorance that man now faced for the first time in his history. What our religion failed to acknowledge, and our beliefs refused accept, the sky revealed; the void of space finally spoke the truth. A new war was on the horizon.

Life!

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

On lush, green mountain slopes

and humane islands, this river

begins its hopeful journey to

oceans for life; on our

enchanting earth

home, unbound. 

 

Bright breathtaking landscapes
and welcoming country-sides glow 

with life from earth's oceans.

You are there all the worthy way:

 

There is beauty and inspiration.
There are moonlight stories in
hearty village squares made
lively by the smile you hold
within your beautiful being.

 

The river is there - still moving
on its earthly journey through
landscapes of home and inspiration.
In your emerald eyes, windows of
heavenly hope open for new life:

 

Life: And your name is born anew
for humanity and for bald eagle
me. Your river unfolds a humane
rainbow's rain. You are just
smilingly there with all upliftment
like glorious songs from angels
of our Heavenly Father's abode.

 

New dawn awaits humanity and my
eagle soul in your cherished care -:
This new dawn when your soothing
voice will welcome us to the
homely square in the handsome
heart of Ethiopian villages.

 

Life. And it is your name.
Life. And it is the hope and
patience that lifts this eagle
to blessingly soar through
towering mountains and stormy
skies on our earthly pathways
and river roads reclaimed for
you, all humankind, earth's
nature and living creatures.

 

Life. And you are there,
touchingly, with that
unwavering inspiration
your smile brings.
Life. And you calmly
welcome this eagle to
your humble, little
corner on the sprawling
hall of this global home
for humanity and peace.
Life. And the eagle in me
lands - just to see, uphold,
cherish and be made persevering
to soar this new day and always.

 

Life. And you are there - on
lush, green mountain slopes
where the river's journey
begins. Life. And you are
cutely there to welcome
the eagle's flight home in
all of your radiant, fertile
beauty.

 

Life and you are inspiringly
there for the abundant good of
all humanity and eager eagle me.

 

Life and you are bountifully
there on lush, green mountain
slopes of heavenly home where
this rainbow river
begins its journey
to oceans for 
l
i
f
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!
!
!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hiwot Taffese from Ethiopia inspired me to write this poem. Her name: Hiwot means Life!

Nature's Cry

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

 

Weep with me because our enchanting oceans

and seas are polluted. Weep with me because

there is nuclear danger dumped in the icy
north. Let us weep because climate change 

is upon our enchanting earthly home. 

 

Weep with me because fishes are
dying. Dolphins are singing no
more. Weep with me because oil
is choking earth's oceans to
death.  

 

Weep with me because our trees
are dying. Human hands defile
them. Weep with me because our
farmlands can no longer be
pregnant with seeds: Famine,
barenness and starvation
menacingly storm through
the earth in broad day
light!  

 

Weep with me because I went to the
Niger Delta and the earth was dead.
Ogoniland has been stripped of her
fruitful environment and natural
wealth. Weep with me because I

wentto Odi and Odi village was

dead.  

 

Deeply weep with me because I went
to France and saw the sea spitting
oil. Weep with me because oil tankers
now break into two at sea. And now,
this Prestige, off the Spanish coast
has fatally wounded earth's oceans
with oil spills and leaks once more:  

 

I am so deeply hurt, and keep asking:
Why wasn't that oil pumped off the
Prestige into a healthy tanker all
those days it sat there waiting to
break and sink??????????
???????????????
???????????????
??????????????: 

 

Countries talk dumb and hopelessly
dumb letting their numbness to truth
and urgent reality reveal heaven's
weeping heart for dying humanity
and our bleeding earthly home.
And now Spanish government
apology. What use is this
apology now? What use???:  

 

And the USA Gulf of Mexico 

one with BP: and more: 

 

Weep with me because I am dead.
Weep with me because you are dead.
Weep with me because our beautiful,
chanting birds are dying. Weep with
me because our bountifully and
wonderfully created earth is
singing a glarring dirge.

 

Weep with me because Igboland

is weeping for her own and
all humankind. The land
of the free and the home
of the brave is also
weeping. All earth is
weeping indeed.  

 

Weep with me because I am Mother
Nature and I am weeping for earth
and every uncaring human being.
My brilliant blue earth is fast
dying. Dolphins are singing no
more. I am so scared. So, weep
with me. Let us meet at Mt.
Olives. Let us plant the earth
anew under heaven's loving eyes
of compassion.  

 

Come, humanity, let us save
our dying earth this new day.
Yet weep with me because I am
Mother Nature - I am heaven's
soul - and I am weeping for
earth and all humanity! I am

weeping for our dying oceans! 

I am nature. And I am crying! 

Our climate is changing and 

global warming is threatening 

us. 

 

I am nature! 

I am earth! 

And

I'm weeping!
!
!
!

American Galaxy

American Galaxy 

http://ugonnawachuku.com/americangalaxy 

 

Celebrating the People and the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave

 

Remembering the Union's Faith Foundation 

 

A Loving Higher Purpose for the People 

 

Ugonna Wachuku
http://about.me/ugow 

 

Copyright © Ugonna Wachuku 

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Epitaph

Written in a Geneva:

Switzerland Churchyard  

 

Ugonna Wachuku

 

A dirge and epilogue is sung for me
on your fleeing island of uninterested
unavailability. The owl hoots no more
on moonlit nights of home.  

 

Biblical Zacchaeus and Matthew: Oh!
Little me: "pass me not O gentle
Saviour..." Green pastures abound.
My peace unbound. Your island is
so real. The bridge stands no more
on humane pathway to landscapes. Kai!
Your island is so real, daughter of
the Almighty Creator.

 

Pathway to landscapes: The eagle I am
must soar this new day to welcoming
mountain-tops to view, one last time,
your pathway to landscapes.

 

At the stroke of midnight, this blessed
new day, I will depart your island of
unavailability; and sail for the high
seas. My smiling ship is created. The
wind from others beckons. Pines of home
whistle. The rainbow awaits. My simple
ship is set to sail; and I must bid you
farewell in God's care. I invite thee
no more on earthly footpaths. Oh!
Epitaph! This Epitaph! Would that
I wrote thee not; or perhaps
forgotten my lines on this
strange stage through life.

 

Heaven's gardens: Remember, when we
finally meet there, I am  the bald
Eagle that tarried for years on your
unfeeling island of unavailability :-
made whole with heavenly bounties in
His soul saving bossom.

 

AH! Epitaph! This farewell! This glad
dirge sung for me! This epilogue! Oh!
Little me. The owl hoots no more on
moonlit nights of home because this
glad dirge is sung. This emerald
epitaph all for you to set me freeee!
Heaven's gardens and meadow sea
shores. I set sail at midnight
under
heaven's
loving
eyes
and
hope
u
n
c
h
a
i
n
e
d
!
!
!
!
!
!
!

 

Tears of Yesterday

Tears of Yesterday 

 

 

Ugonna Wachuku

 

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(c) 1996: Ugonna Wachuku 

 

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Contents:


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Dedication  

 

Introduction

 

Part One:

 

Yesterday's Tears 

 

River Road 

 

Flower Landscapes 

 

Raindrops 

 

Urs Haberli 

 

Green Earth 

 

Misty Clouds 

 

Streams 

 

Rainbow 

 

I Found Love 

 

The Farmer 

 

Part Two: 

 

Chinwe 

 

First Meeting 

 

Distant Shores 

 

What does it Take? 

 

The Journey 

 

To the Ridges 

 

Ngozi  

 

Obinwanne  

 

New Day 

 

Love me Again 

 

You 

 

The Stream 

 

Part Three:

 

Streams of Love 

 

Calming the Storm 

 

Ako na Uche 

 

A heart 

 

Dreams 

 

Lonely Soul 

 

Like a River 

 

Living in the Shadows 

 

When Love Calls 

 

In your Eyes 

 

Nobody Loves Me  

 

Farxiya

 

Epilogue

 

The Author 

 

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Dedication

 

To all humankind who have ever

dared to love and care for those

of us living in the shadows in

this beautiful but hurting world!

 

Together, lets make this God-given

splendid earth a better home for

all humanity, our fellow earthly

animals, plants and environment

and our progenies!
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Introduction:
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"And now abideth faith,

hope, love; these three;

but the greatest of these

is love."

 

~1 Corinthians 13:13

 

These thirty-five poems represent a deeper part of me

which has found meaning to live and to love. They are

poems that derive great strength and inspiration from

the beauty of nature and from the humaneness of the

loving people I have come across at this period of

my life.

 

With these poems, I yearn to define humanity. I yearn,

indeed, to present some uplifting meaning to the caring

nature of the love I have always desired amongst humankind;

including my heart-felt longing to see mankind's complete

willingness to cherish and protect our earthly environment

for our survival and that of coming generations because in

loving one another, we must be courageously prepared to

protect, sustain and care for our natural environment

globally. This is an urgent task all women and men of

love and goodwill must engage in.

 

These are poems for the brotherhood and oneness of humanity.

They are poems for the realization of our oneness as dignified

human beings created in the image of God Almighty!

Herein, I have paid monumental tributes to all humankind

who have ever dared to love; even to the point of not being

loved in return - to the reality of being spited and asked

to turn the other cheek.

 

This is a special call to all of you out there who have never

dared to love to take up the pleasure and burden of love.

Arise!: Be a soulful part of this great movement seeking to

heal and make much more peaceful and loving our troubled and

tearfully hurting earth. This is a loving call of the eagle.

 

Ugonna Wachuku

March, 1996

Geneva: Switzerland

 

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Part One:
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On these far lands,

I see love.

I see despair.

Today's road is a

tearfully joyful

path to a future

unknown.

 

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1:

 

Yesterday's Tears

 

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Today, dawn breaks in

on me gradually.

I behold the glittering

sun and fading moon.

Rays follow my beaten

track. I gasp for breath

on this pathway.

A new day walks on

towards the discovered

city on sunlit abodes.

My life spreads out

like birds' wings on

the clouds.

 

Meaning yawns.

Hope beckons.

Like a river,

you begin watery care

of the earth's hunger

and thirst, just before

the eagle glides in from

our early morning mist.

A new city emerges from

the rubbles of this mind

destroyed:

 

Yesterdays's tears find

meaning in today's laughter.

The windy weather breathes life

into a soul so weak and dying.

In the breath of your heart,

streams water my beings

dry river banks.

 

A brilliance lost comes back.

The eagle in me is ready to

soar, to love and to cherish.

Today, the smile you bring

sows fertile gladness for a

heart forgotten yesterday.

 

Down the village path to life,

riddles and hope; on this road

to your soul, we behold a hero's

sun, stars and moving moon.

The rainbows assuring path

meets us on this new road.

 

My heart trails this native

nature in you. This new day

is full of dreams and hope.

This is a new day created

from soothing tears unbound.

This new day, my yearning

heart will still follow your

rainbow; your life-giving

stream-roads and sky-ways.

 

The caring and overwhelmingly

loving answer to

yesterday's tears!

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2: 

 

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River Road

 

When birds sing new

songs of hope on the

sad green earth;

when love means something

healing and uplifting

in your handsome heart;

when stars shine

at noon to herald

the name you have;

when dawn overcomes

dusk in the darkness

of fleeting life,

look for the heart

that dares;

look for this heart

that yearns to be part

of the pain from earth's

lowly people.

 

Go in search of the

love you can find.

Search for the meaning

to our dreams of oneness

and peace because you are

this new beginning for the

earth's green hope.

 

Let our hearts be together

on this voyage to the other

side of the sea's sentiment

for life.

 

Lead us to this life of

hope and love for the

earth's yearning poor.

Lead us to the fulfilling

and bountiful river of

found love and care -

this river road to life

unchained...

 

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3:

 

Flower Landscapes
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Flower landscapes fill

the beauty and refreshing

nature in your being.

Native stories are told

on the beach and you

glitter like the moon

on blue shores.

 

I follow these blue

shores scattered all

over the earth's bossom.

And in my being, a living

light brightens.

 

What other pathways and

dreams can fill my days

and hopes as we try to

find life's breath on

these welcoming,

breath-taking highlands

with flower landscapes?

 

The beauty you left on

the last bridge opens

a new world olf inspiration

and survival for the poor

soul in me. I find your

mothering gateway to the

end of our sorrow.

 

Part of this sorrow

ends with you; yet,

your blue clouds never

depart from us.

 

Teach me anew then.

Let me be part of this

sprouting hope and smile-

this love never giver given.

 

Aha! While we wait for the

beginning, let these flower

landscapes come to you.

Let them begin a treasured

song for the hopeless.

 

Let theses flower landscapes

come to you and to me.

Let the light come.

 

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4:

 

Raindrops
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Raindrops.

Waterways.

Windy tears trail my

path on this way to

the land.

 

A shrill cry jolts

my memory back to the

reality of a hurting

world.

 

I see far away palm

fronds on earth's

fading beauty through

your holding heart.

 

Warmness never experienced

covers this vision of

a yearning in me.

This yearning lingers

on you as it winds

its weary way through

the lost land.

 

I walk this land slowly.

I wait to see new moons

emerge from shambles of

lost hope:

 

I met you in the hall.

Eyes walked to the table.

Our hands waited for dawn.

All through the day,

I waited for your

merciful meaning.

I waited for hope

in life; for your

name's caring nature. 

 

I waited for your love

and hope-filled smiles

on lawns so green:

Raindrops.

 

Waterways.

Windy tears trail my

path - this path to life

and love born anew on far

away lands and longings.

I wait with hope. 

 

I wait with the

brilliant birds' beauty.

I honestly yearn for

your raindrops on waterways

of home and today.

 

Will you, indeed, trail

these tears - these

numerous despair in life?

 

Will your raindrops and

waterways float us into

green pastures and meadow

sea shores?

 

Raindrops!

Waterways! 

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From my long-hand manuscript collection: 

Tears of Yesterday 

(c) Ugonna Wachuku 

Geneva: Switzerland: 1996 

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Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place

THE GREAT PLACE  

http://www.amazon.com/Great-Place-Soulful-Celebration-Beautiful/dp/14137... + http://uwachuku.googlepages.com/ugonnarevealed 

 

 

Prologue  

 

 

"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

history:   

 

 

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...

Satterthwaite"   

 

 

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

guns..."

 

 

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

always.  

 

 

Ugonna Wachuku
Geneva, Switzerland 

 

 

Spirit of the Deep or The Great Place 

~ Critiques/Comments ~   

 

 

Marcia Ellen "Happy" Beevre

happyb8888@aol.com  

 

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!   

 

Marcia  

http://www.postpoems.com/members/happyb8888   

 

 

Amy Riberdy

winnowillwhite@hotmail.com   

 

I WISH TO SAY MUCH, BECAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH HERE, BUT, MY COMMENTS WILL BE SHORT. THE PLEA, THE HOPE, THE LOVE, THE POSITIVE DESIRE & THE UPLIFTING CRIES FOR FREEDOM, THE SYMBOLIC REFERRAL TO THE RAINBOW PEOPLE, ALL MAKE THIS PIECE STAND FOR THE PLIGHT OF SOUTH AFRICA. I HAVE LEARNED MORE FROM THIS, THAN I HAVE EVER LEARNED. NOT ABOUT APARTHEID OR ATTROCITIES, BUT, OF THE SPIRIT, THE STRENGTH OF A PEOPLE THAT SOMETIMES ARE FORGOTTEN.  WELL DONE!!!!!  

 

AMY 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/gentle   

 

 

Teresa Jacobs

truffels_37211@yahoo.com  

 

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  

Teresa 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/gentle  

 

 

Serene Moment

belleloved@excite.com

 

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!  

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Angela Albee

berz13@yahoo.com

 

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. 

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Joleen Skerkowski

joski1230@aol.com

 

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   

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Mona Omar

monao3@yahoo.com  

 

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

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Milton Manyaas

manyaas@yahoo.com   

 

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.  

 

Milton 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/meso    

 

 

Mary Charest

charest67@aol.com  

 

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,

Mary   

http://www.postpoems.com/members/maryfran444   

 

 

Linda M. Medeiros

pudnsis1@aol.com   

 

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 

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Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com  

 

Thanks for sharing the beauty.   

 

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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  

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Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com  

 

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 

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Myra Lochner

myrataal@mweb.co.za  

 

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   

http://www.postpoems.com/members/myrataal   

 

 

Michelle Obakeng

mobakeng@yahoo.com  

 

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.  

 

Michelle

UK 

 

 

Mark Le Roux

mleroux@mail.com

 

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!  

 

Mark 

http://www.adventist.truepath.com   

 

 

Farah Didi

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

 

Ugonna,  

 

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 

bounds. 

 

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! 

 

Farah 

MALDIVES 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/destiny 

 

 

2002-03-04 09:55:55

Adele Smith

adelesmith4@yahoo.com

 

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! 

 

Adele

http://www.postpoems.com/members/alienadele 

 

 

2002-03-21 05:09:59

Douglas Lazard

dougiebgood@hotmail.com

"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 ~~~   

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2002-04-26 08:51:56  

 

Soulful Plea

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

Act One

 

Enter the World Wide

Web Cryer with a
pleading, soulful voice.

 

Foreword:

 

"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  

overwhelming!

 

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
environment?:

 

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!

 

Epilogue:

 

"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
truffels_37211@yahoo.com 


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
words.
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Corrina Sthreshley
corrinacs@yahoo.com 


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
it.

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2004-05-21 21:18:12