Brotherly Love — POEM

By Odimegwu Onwumere

When we were younger,
our parents allowed us to
visit our uncles and aunts and
other family members anytime,
anyhow we liked.

I was always in the residences of
my relations around Port Harcourt and Aba
to be precise.

There was the zest to see them
per minute.

Sadly, the ones following us
do not know where we are residing today.

That interest we had where our relations were
is not in them.

And their parents do not care like ours?

I wonder how the world around us
will be like in the next 20yrs.

Sadly sad, love is dead in the modern times.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.


Craving Heart -POEM

By Odimegwu Onwumere

We are beautiful and handsome
in our different ways.

We are married or not married
in our different ways.

We are schooled or not schooled
in our different ways…

But deep down our minds,
there is still a beauty or handsomeness
we are craving for.

There is a type of wife or husband
we are craving for.

There is a type of school
we are craving for…

Within the environment are all we need.

The power to look beyond sympathy
we shall find love because
love is spirit and it’s not far from us.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.

Her Pregnancy Is A Disappointment

By Odimegwu Onwumere

Some years ago, Nkechi was everything about me. Although, there was no conjugal affair.

She was the bomb in beauty but had repelling attitude. Ndigbo would say that attitude is the beauty of a woman, but this was not applicable to Nkechi.

I begged her to calm down, to no avail. She would be in Calabar for two weeks, next would be Abuja. She was junketing round the country.

I knew what she was into but was still mad, bent to marry her. Her expectations were to wed at Hotel Presidential, PH, and she expected great musicians even Tu-pac to sing for her at her wedding. She ranked herself above the board even when her father’s name was nothing. Anytime I came close to her, “You are not showing working,” she would blatantly tell me.

I endured this beautiful lady hoping that she would change someday, yet the expected change was elusive. Her Ogbanje was second to none and she would not listen to me, not even the neighbours around who always talked to her that I had suffered in her hands and she should change.

She threw tantrums at me at will simple because I was not showing “working”. I was not financially rich. But I was not a pauper, besides my precious dad was not Dangote but we never lacked or begged food.

I incessantly told her what her problem was but she would not listen because she was a member of the Redeem whatever. A Christian organisation.

She wanted me to be a member but I could not given her attitude that didn’t speak of Christ. She mistook being a religionist for moralist/spiritualist. A lot of things happened and my close friends thought Nkechi was using some spell to control me. I was laughing! Who can do this?

It was her beauty that I was unable to find in any woman then that was the “spell” that controlled me. Conversely, to cut a long story short, Nkechi took in from the blues. When I heard of this and went to ask her, “The man responsible for the pregnancy is in Malaysia,” she barefacedly told me. Did you hear Malaysia?

Nkechi disappointed her loved ones who expected much when she would marry. Now, many ladies today are like Nkechi. They have the beauty but repelling attitudes towards men who show interest in them. Like Nkechi, they would later be fighting to marry, when the spirit controlling them in their hay days must have left, which they had thought was normal.

Their senses would come back to them when this spirit must have disgraced and abandon them. This is rampant among our ladies today and they erroneously presume they are exhibiting wiseness or being civilised or mmepe anya.

Know thyself. I will write again, later.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Port Harcourt.

Unproductive Proclamation In The New Moon

By Odimegwu Onwumere

In the recent times, many people have resorted to sending good wishes to their loved ones during New Moon through text messages, emails and the social media. Much as the content of their words touch emotion, it invariably does not strike transformation in the spiritual plane. I abhor such text!

Happy New Month logo

Yes, there is power in spoken words. But only this cannot remove energy blocks, challenges in one’s path and give hope for success. Only words are not enough to transform man spiritually; there are some natural elements there to help the spoken words connect you to the spiritual realm.

The New Moon in the ancient is a time, apart from others, when people connect with those in the spirit plane for solving their problems. They connect with their maternal and paternal spirit planes. They perform some potent rituals to open energy blocks and negativeties in all aspects of their lives. They were not bent on using words to form Eldorado in their minds or that of the people.

As regular as they observed the spirit planes, they were healthy, wealthy and lived a negativity-free life. They were spiritually strong, connected to their root. They did not expect miracles to happen with the usage of words alone but by applying practical endeavours during the New Moon and by extension, always.

It behooves you today to participate in services outside the verbal proclamation every month to cancel energy blocks and destroy challenges. Releasing yourself from your unending problems by acting selflessly in giving offerings that would release your soul into divine light is compassionate. Everything works at the spirit level, the soul level and not, the verbal level of “It’s well with you.” Yet, man’s problems continue to skyrocket everyday.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.

Ndigbo Must Begin A Journey Back To The Soul Of Our Ancestors

Many persons lack connections with their souls. The only connection they can think or boast of is the connection to create and make wealth. They have much time to pursue money but had no time to nurture their Inner Being, hence the separation between the body and the soul has become a huge problem besetting mankind.

The centre of the Igbo Spirituality

Many of these persons do not know where to turn to when the wealth vanishes. Because they have been living a life without their soul intact, they would vanish just as the wealth. This brings to bay the way my Igbo forebears lived.

My Igbo forebears did not separate themselves from the spirit while in pursuit of wealth. They observed the spirit world and the realm of matter without a separation. They believed that in as much as matter occurs, Spirit can be found, and vice versa.

Remember that my Igbo forebears didn’t see or periscope spirituality as a part of life. They believed that all life is spiritual. Hence, they observed the seen and unseen world to be working together.

Ndi Nze Na Ozo

Our worldview then was the best unlike today many of us are viewing the world through the periscope of the West where what matters is ‘leave the past behind and look only to the future.’

The ‘future’ here is wealth. My Igbo forebears did not do that: They carried both the past into the future. My Igbo forebears were not only interested in ‘drive-to-succeed’ (not at all costs) but did not allow this to separate their souls from them. They never allowed their lives to lack deeper meaning and nevertheless, they were not empty.

The ancient Igbo never separated self from the land of ancestors and the realm of Spirit. They had meaning individually to their community and gave structure and meaning to life. This made them the wise people as has been acclaimed worldwide.

Unlike today, the Igbo have eschewed what worked for them in the past. They are living in the past glory. We just have schooled brilliant persons today and not actually wise people like our forebears who operated in our community by exhibiting intention for general well-being and oozed positive energy.

Mmanwu: Spiritual masquerade of the Igbo people

However, this is the time we have to reconnect to our natural environment and begin the journey back to the soul of our ancestors in order to achieve completeness. The time is now.

Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State. Tel: +2348057778358.

Connect To The Divine Nature

BEYOND RELIGION AND CULTURE: Some times we get bored, not that we wished to, but for circumstances around us, around our work place, home and sundry. However, the best ways to surmount boredom is to strengthen your Divine Nature by summoning yourself to the spiritual path, not religious path. Strengthen your Being to be strong in permanent positivities without evil. Always unfold your own paths in lieu of telling stories of how wealthy your beloved ones are. You have to do this by persisting always to overcome those things that bore you and initiate yourself into the Mysteries of direct seeing and hearing of opportunities that would benefit you. There is no way you can move if you cannot see or hear in the directions of explorations. Mind you! Death is not only when one stops breathing, some persons eyes are already closed and the only thing they see is darkness, hence they cannot define their true self. I urge you to enter into the realm of light so that you could transcend the realm of ignorance, so that you could be able to achieve Inner Light, to be liberated from the circle of blind saints. The time is now! If you are Igbo, explore your route and root.
-Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant.

Dancing {poem}

By Odimegwu Onwumere

When you said that
you do not know
how to dance,
a question came into place:

What is dancing?

Like love,
the best ways to love
is to love like you will never be hurt.

Like singing,
the best ways to sing
is to sing like no one is listening.

Most often,
what one hears in a music,
the other does not hear it.

some persons dance
like they are insane.

Do you call this dancing?
It is however dance to them.

Some are shy to dance
because they are beautiful.

At your closet,
raise that leg up in a dance,
and be pretty happy in your soul
how satisfied you have become.

-Odimegwu Onwumere is a Poet, Writer and Media Consultant based in Rivers State.