My Birthday With Buhari Struggling To Define Governance

Such a year with Major General Muhammadu Buhari struggling to define governance nearly four years in govt.

Pix: Odimegwu Onwumere; a multiple awards-winning journalist

Within this period, Nigerians have baked ashes for bread, drank tears for tea. The only thing that keeps majority moving is Faith or Hope. Many are throttling with blind Faith or Hope.

However, I understood that man moves in two directions: Upwards or Downwards. It all depends on choice. Thinking is an individual thing. Therefore, we must move upwards without Buhari and leave him downwards. He is a Discourager.

But my Chi is not a Discourager, as s/he has done it for me by adding another year in my life. My happiness today is that within these years I have stayed on earth, I have seen the bandage of lies in all nooks and crannies falling and Seekers having a field day with conviction, not indoctrination.

Things are now examined objectively and many being cleaned of their mental cobweb planted in them by the very elements and merchants of untruths. Many have awakened to carry a spark of truth, not religious poison of ONLY BELIEVE, DO NOT QUESTION.

I’ve seen men and women surmounting the many years of confusion.

Nevertheless, if there is any new religion that we, Ndigbo, are forming, that religion is Truth. We are advancing spiritually with this, as it was in the days of our forebears, leaving behind fanatics who are best at using ready-made opinions handed them from generation to generation through compulsion, and not conviction.

We must continue to use the ingrained qualities given to us by nature which dogmas have made to lie fallow in many. Let us not turn off the candle of genuine faith we have lit which can only shine through conviction, not compulsion.

My year today is BEYOND RELIGION AND CULTURE. I thank my parents for seeing me through life. My siblings are adored in this treatise as everyone is expected to meet his resurrection day, not in death which has been a sellout lie by religious fanatics, but while alive.

I’m happy today, because my life is a thanksgiving. Yours can as well be only if you can know thyself.

Odimegwu Onwumere’s Birthday message, December 28 2018. Email:


{POEM} Eyes Inside Of Her

This pix was culled online to demonstrate the poem and the poem doesn’t in any way mean the pix

By Odimegwu Onwumere

His eyes are inside of her
as his heart is half-full
as she wriggles her waist.

The moon turned to sun
and his heart choruses different tunes.

She disappeared from his sight
but his eyes have undressed her
without a touch of her beauty self.

(c) Dec. 22 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

{POEM} Rose Smells Better Than Cabbage

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{Pix culled online}

There are people who fill in
our emotional, love and relationship gap
even when we have no bodily contact with them.

They are in the books we read,
as Facebook friends
and our imagination of them
form thoughts that could be
platonic, romantic, lust or love…

We all are looking for happiness
and we overflow with ideas and wishes
that are often not realised,
not that they are crazy impossible.

Not what we can feel or hear from
that makes us happy;

magic happens when we read some books,
chat with some friends and see photos.

There is so much to appreciate
about some people
we do not know in person
just as we smell roses
and it smells better than cabbage.

(c) Dec. 16 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

Lonely meal of sorrow {Poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

{This picture was culled online to lace the poem}

All hopes entrusted on the country
Have been betrayed
Like an infidel partner.

Many of us at the war front
Continue to retreat
Like defeated soldiers
Without reinforcement.

The lightened room
Continues to darken
Upon prospects.

We continue to lend our voice
Which croaks like frogs
During drought.

The country continues to release
Sadness into our soul

And lonely meal of sorrow
Is the only meal left on the menu.

© Dec. 15 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere

Taste of honey {Poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

If she is beautiful
Stop demonizing the beauty
In-between her legs.

Do you not know
Some medications are given
And received through the phallus?

It is win-win
Working inside her skin
With the coitus.

It heals than it kills.

What exactly do you
Preach as sin in her?

Who has tasted honey
And says its taste is like bitter leaf?

© Dec. 15 2018; Odimegwu Onwumere