oneness

Never Gone

Folder: 
Love, Romance

 

 

...

 

Truer words could not be said,

Nor rainbows beamed from flesh unwed,

To know one's soul, and hold its light,

From hands of love such sparks ignite,

If I lay me down to sleep,

And leave this vessel, please do not weep,

For love like ours n'er be denied,

Behind the veils of moments cried,

If I wander do not be pained,

For it is this love that I mean to sustain,

Close thine eyes and feel this heart,

For its been yours at my very start,

Before the sun shined light on earth,

The seeds were planted for love's birth,

And you and I became as one,

To live this life that has begun,

Hold it tender, love it sweet,

Until again our lips will meet.

 

 

 

......

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by:

 

http://www.postpoems.org/authors/palewingedpoetess/poem/972146#comment-4...

 

Melissa,

 

 

As I wrote somehow the thought of JFKs death rose within me and my love for my better half. Probably because of the date you wrote your poem. -peace-

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we are human snakes

 

...

 

speaking in 'tongues',

ordinary people

without will,

release of all ego,

sputter forth the

vocalization

and innermost connection

to anything remotely comprehensible

of the concept of

 

'god',

 

~

 

as 'holy scholars',

doctors of philosophy,

and 

'the righteous'

and us,

scoff,

 

~

 

to look towards words

created by 

'jesus',

'mohammeds',

'gandhis',

'jiddus',

'obamas',

or even

'star magazine',

 

~

 

to raise and inflate our 

balloon of spirituality

and fly to a place we call

'heaven',

to touch a 'god' that created 

us in an image that 

we have never laid eyes on,

but only interpreted

within the realm of human

capacity.

 

~

 

we refer to this thinking

as 'sane',

and those who 

sputter glossolalia

questionably

'unstable'.

 

~

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The snake. An animal with a 'forked tongue'.

 

http://www.religioustolerance.org/tongues5.htm 

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A Call to the Universe

I have seen the breaking velvet weaves,
dancing to the beat of my heart
I have heard the kaleidoscopic clouds,
Speaking to the universe in my mind

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everything that happens in our lives, has a meaning behind it. Every bad ending is the beginning of something great! Live, laugh and give nothing out but kind words. Most of all, give away unconditional love to all we come across, even if they are just passing by. Remember, the Universe always has a way of giving it all back to you!

Love to all <3
May peace be in the hearts of each and every one of us! <3

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Too Bad

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

 

Too bad.

 

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

 

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

 

 

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

 

 

©

 

 

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

 

 

.........

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"too bad"

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
e
!
!
!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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

Chanting Birds, Flowing Fountains!

By

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

 

Show me the land and soul of your
dreams. Show me landscapes and
beauty in your heart. Show me new
moons and new planets. Show me
streams and rivers where lofty
life-giving water abides.

 

Show me the scars of the loving
Lamb of Calvary: Tell me there
is love in your heart. Tell me
you do not smile and pretend to
love when you see me. Tell me
you remember me when I am not
in your presence. Tell me you
are not a hypocrite. Tell me
your love is real and abiding.

 

Tell me you are not a back-bitter.
Tell me why you should be called
human. Tell me your are not wicked.
Let me know that you want me to
live, breath and survive this
journey through life.

 

Let me know that you respect the
colour of my skin because I have
respected yours from beckoning
beginings of time. Tell me, you
will always be there for me;
even when dark clouds gather
for storm.

 

Tell me that my life is worthy
to you. Let me know why you do
not see my humane worth and
dignity of the spirit. Let me
embrace your caring spring and
waterfall.

 

For once, let me see you smile.
There is no bill to pay. IRS
won't be on your neck howling.
Then, let me know your wish:

 

Let me be there for you. Let me
calmly take you to my beautiful
meadow land where chanting birds
give hope and peace for life -
My meadow land of the living
where chanting birds give
loving voice to fresh
flowing fountains and
creative meadow lands
for love and charming
cherishment amongst
humanity!:

 

Then, let these flowing
fountains and chanting
birds light up your day

a

l

w

a

y

s

!
_____

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Homage to Geneva

Homage to Geneva  

 

Ugonna Wachuku at the Roformation Monument: Geneva: Switzerland

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

(c) 1998: Ugonna Wachuku 

 

Contents: 

 

Dedication

 

Prologue

 

Escalade

 

Homage to Geneva

 

Fireworks

 

Spirit of Geneva

 

English Garden

 

River Walk

 

Alpine Garden

 

Take My Love

 

The Author 

 

Dedication: 

 

To every Genevese

and to every other

human being who,

in oneness, symbolize

that Genevan spirit

of tolerance, peace,

humanitarianism and

brotherhood of all

humankind.

 

 

Prologue  

 

"Man is born free;

and everywhere he

is in chains."

~ Jean Jacques Rousseau

 

"The desire to be as

civil as possible is

a deep motive for the

contemplative life."

~M. Scott Peck

 

In Geneva today, the human creative spirit is

not in chains. One is invited to let one's creative

essence run calmly wild for the peaceful good of all

humanity.

 

In contemplation therefore, Geneva will never cease

to awe and inspire  my deepest poetic emotion. For

me, Geneva is not just a small, global city and state.

Geneva is an emerald beauty of huge, natural, creative

inspiration so unexplainable.

 

In paying this homage to Geneva, it is my kind wish to

invoke the most subtle feeling in every human heart -

so that we can begin to see Geneva anew based on her

ancestral heritage in the reformation and humanitarianism.

 

And also in the moving spirit of her hard-won independence

clothed in that strengthening solidarity of the human spirit.

In Geneva's great name, let us continue to live with that

cherished spirit of peace warmed in the sky-blue garments

of love and solidified in the flame of human adversity

and soulful yearning for survival through this journey

called life.

 

At the very dawn of the new millennium, let us embrace

one another with that sweet fragrance of humane care

and healing oneness.

 

In Geneva's meadow gardens and green country-sides

of inspiration and peace, :- from Hermance to Dardagny;

from Veyrier to Versoix, to Plan-les-Ouates - where 

inspiring Patek Philippe have been humanely creating

worthy watches for humankind since 1839, let us, indeed,

affirm our love for one another despite our skin colour,

religious creed, social status, level of education or ethnic

origin: 


By doing so, we will surely build an enchanting world of

peace and humaneness where everyone will sit with joy

and fulfilment under his or her own Alpine tree

or palm tree.

 

Subsequently, let me specially call on all women and

men of inspiration and goodwill to join me in paying

this heart-felt homage to Geneva - with additional

inspiration and encouragement from abiding friends

such as Franck Muller: Master of Complications! 

 

Let my creative tribute to this humanely great Canton of

the Swiss, Confederation Helvetia, which I have come to

christen: Poetic Geneva, outlive the monuments of time

and stone. Let us cherish this humble homage to Geneva

now and forever!

 

Ugonna Wachuku

Wednesday 20 May, 1998

Geneva, Switzerland

 

i:

 

Escalade 

 

There is a spirit so strong

and beautiful on this land

called Geneva where the

rivers Rhone and Arve

calmly flow.

 

On a summer boatride down

the Rhone town and country,

one's joy is aroused by the

enchanting nature of Geneva's

bloom and glow.

 

Geneva is a beautiful land

beckoning to love and to

embrace with a maidens's

charm.

 

The people of Geneva are

beautiful too. It is the

people's strong spirit

that sustains the land in

beauty an peaceful

independence.

 

This strong spirit came

on firmly during that

dark night of December

11, 1602, when it seemed

the stars of hope and

light had fled from

Geneva's sky.

 

When it seemed the people

of Geneva will smile no

more in the land's beauty.

With Charles-Emmanuel -

Duke of Savoy on the brink

of conquering Geneva by

suprise, the land's peaceful

soul was shaken.

 

From the city walls at

Plainpalais to the

clinging bells of Saint

Peter's Cathedral, the

Genevese raised their

loving lanterns in

oneness.

 

Jacques Mrcier's first

shot of warning can

still be heard today,

raising that strong

spirit for the land's

fragrant, uplifting

freedom.

 

Even Francois Bousezel

who gave his life to

keep Geneva's peaceful

independence and beauty

will still be remembered

till the end of time.

 

In a spirit of oneness

and love, Geneva fought

to bring glorious light

and freedom during that

night of terror.

 

Through the years, that

sweet aroma of Mere

Royaume's pot of saving

soup can still be breathed

in soothing defence of

Geneva's independence.

 

Lady Piaget's keys

unlocked the darling

door to freedom and

joyful victory.

 

Geneva won her freedom,

her peaceful independence

when Isaac Mercier dropped

the Portcullis at the

blown-up gate of Porte

Neuve.

 

The stars smiled.

Heaven heathered.

 

The dark grey sky

bloomed into dewy

dawn on that glorious

sunday morning when

Theodore de Beze and

Simone Goulart led

Geneva in worship

and praise to God

Almighty who made

all things peaceful

and beautifully

healing.

 

Remember, there is

a strong spirit so

splendid and uplifting

on this land of heaven's

earth called Geneva where

the rivers Rhone and Arve

freshly flow with gladness.

 

There is a spirit so

strong and beautifully

inspiring on this

Genevese land called

Saint Gervais where

eighteen men lie

while the freedom

and peaceful

independence

they won live

for you and

for me till

the end of

time!

 

....... From my book: Homage to Geneva ....... 

(c) Ugonna Wachuku: May 1998 

Geneva: Switzerland 

 

Homage to Geneva 

~ Critiques/Comments ~ 

 

Serene Moment

belleloved@excite.com

  A very nice tribute to Geneva.  I've learned a lot on an historical perspective.  Great work. ^_^  

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Helen Schmidt

heljac123@aol.com

Ugonna, 

 

What a wonderful homage to a beautiful city. My husband and I have visited Geneva and found it to be a lovely, ethereal place whose citizens are friendly and welcoming.  I enjoyed the historical citations in your "Homage to Geneva."  A beautiful piece! 

 

Best regards, 

 

Helen

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2002-02-22 12:03:50 


Farah D

fiffi_d@yahoo.com

I was in Geneva last month and I can totally relate to the sentiments that you have expressed so beautifully here..Ugonna. Its a most wonderful and humane city...and you have brought that aspect of the city so well in your poem. Its as if Geneva is speaking to you and through the words of Geneva you speak to us. One of my most memorable memories of Geneva is from the air as the plane swoops in to land ..with the calmness of the lake beckoning you to come down quickly. I will surely be back again in Geneva soon and I will surely be back before that to read your wonderful words. Thank you Ugonna.

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2002-04-14 13:53:42  

 

The Road to Essertines

The Road to Essertines 

 

The Road to Essertines

 

Ugonna Wachuku 

 

(c) April 1997

 

 

Contents:   

 

 

Dedication   

 

Prologue   

 

 

The Harvest I   

 

 

The Harvest II   

 

 

Cathie   

 

 

Dreams   

 

 

Now   

 

 

Barefooted   

 

 

Forever   

 

 

This   

 

 

Lonely Eagle   

 

 

Brooks to You   

 

 

Aglow   

 

 

Distant Streams   

 

 

When Dawn Comes   

 

 

River Bird   

 

 

The Moon Never Departs   

 

 

When the Birds Sing   

 

 

The road   

 

 

Flower   

 

 

Silence   

 

 

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   

 

 

Masterpiece   

 

 

Farewell   

 

 

The Author   



Dedication:   



To her who became an

enigmatic muse on

The road to Essertines-

Catherine Ramu!      

 

 

Prologue:    

 

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

village.   


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   

 

 

A:

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

drizzle.   

 

The land kisses her.

The rain kisses the

land and the eagle

smiles across those

green fields luring.   

 

The sower sows more

seeds.  

 

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

sprout.

 

B:

 

The Harvest II   

 

The Path:  

 

I came to see you

yesterday.

I was at the farm.  

 

Catherine:

[Shrugs]  

 

I wasn't there.

Anyway, if you came, that was

fine of you. And whatwas your

mission?  

 

The Path:    

 

I came for the harvest.

These days, one never

knows when the clouds

will gather.    

 

Catherine:

[Somewhat suprised]  

 

The harvest! Who told you

there's a harvest?  

 

The Path:    

 

I am the path! 

 

Catherine:

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!   

 

Catherine:

[Startled]  

 

You're kidding me!

Who told you to believe

that?  

 

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!  

 

Catherine:

[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.   

 

Catherine: 

 

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?

          

Catherine:  

 

Your heartbeat! 

 

The Path:

 

The Path never beats.

It trails. For the heartbeat,

I suggest you meet your friend-

eagle.   

 

Catherine:

 

Okay! Then, what do

you trail? 

 

The Path:    

 

You

 

Catherine:  

[Shaken. Exclaims]  

 

Meeee! The Path 

trails little me!  

 

The Path:  

 

Well ... 

 

Catherine: 

 

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.  

 

Catherine:  

 

Then, what about the

harvest?

What about trailing me?  

 

The Path:  

 

I will tell you tomorrow

when we meet at the river.  

 

Catherine:  

 

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.  

 

Catherine: 

 

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
winnowillwhite@hotmail.com
i AM JUST SO LOST IN A MAGICAL WORLD IN THIS WONDERFULLY SYMBOLIC &
IMAGINATORY STORY.  WHO TOLD YOU I WAS THE HARVEST? (THE QUESTION...)
(THE ANSWER COMES WITH SUCH CONFIDENCE & POSSIBLY A LITTLE BIT OF
SMUGNESS: " I AM THE PATH..")  THEN COMES THE CHALLENGE... AH, THE
PATH. THE PATH TO WHAT? WHERE. CATHERINE TAKES NOTHING AT FACE VALUE,
EVEN ONE WHO CLAIMS TO KNOW IT ALL...  I AM SO IMPRESSED.... WELL
DONE. AMY
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Mona Omar
monao3@yahoo.com
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
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Charisma *T.A.* Makatita-Poortman
shyrena@wanadoo.nl
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

THE GREAT PLACE  

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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 

http://www.postpoems.com/members/pudnsis1   

 

 

Misty Lackey

countrygal_cc@yahoo.com  

 

Thanks for sharing the beauty.   

 

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

 

 

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  

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

 

 

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