Line Of Sight

Despite all our efforts, they still want us to disunite

Our blood is their delight as my country  they blight

Bringing fight unwanted to force us to take to flight

Unusual fright is in the land but there is none to indict

No light to brighten our paths for none there is the knight

The peace promised is but a sleight of hand in our sight

For our plight is to vote that our wealth be their right

Deafening disquiet of a once powerful home-land in delight

The height of their insensitivity pushes us to self-ignite

Our collective might as a people no more gives us respite

Not with morale as tight as wood eaten inside by termite

I recite our anthem and I realise that nothing is now alright

Our name is bigger than Elephant but we're cowered like ant

Is this the rite of passage for this giant of Africa spite?

Smite this evil in our land that we shall once again be great

But how could this ever be if you and I don’t make it right

My Village Shrine

I placed my feet one after the other in movement

Swirling red African dust settling on my feet

As I eat the distance between me and my destination

The laterite road peters out to a leafy pathway

Noise of occasional passing cars and human chatter

Lost to the quietude of this enigma of an abode

Pulled forward by an invisible force of curiosity

I moved further into the forest towards the stream

From where they say my village shrine reigned

Even before the days of the father of my fathers'' father

And the deeper I went into the belly of the forest

The more fearsome the trees grew to be.

The shrubs became phantoms by tricks of my mind

And the eerie silence became loudly menacing

Running waters drummed to startle as I got near to it

And then, remembering the wisdom of the elders

I liberated my voice to hoarse shouts of the mortals

That the water spirits would go in and grant me safe passage

Between the water that streams life and the land of the gods

Apart from those initiated into the revered cult of priesthood.

The journey ends for the mortals not favoured by the gods

Just as the secret of the owl shall never be made known to daylight

So is the shadowy ancient trail to the seat of my village shrine.

My fathers'' father told me that I was initiated ahead of my mates

And so, I should not be afraid of a handshake with the gods

I shook off the cobwebs of trepidation hanging all over me

Looked around and in a leap of faith and courage

Jumped across the stream and walked into the thick undergrowth

Unnervingly evident that I was all by my curious self

It’s a journey across the fabled playground of the gods

I knew about them – feared messengers of the gods

Right onto my path it sent chills down my spine

I had come too far to tolerate thoughts of going back.

The ape considered me with fearsome judging eyes

Found me worthy of an encounter with the abode of the gods

Left me to my fate and continued on its tour of duty

Cries of unusual birds I did not see bade me welcome

I ventured yet nearer my destination.

Excitedly, I sallied forth into the last of the shrubs

Before the sacred grotto but as nothing prepared me

For the extraordinary spectacle that beheld me,

I was bewitched and enthralled.

I cautiously moved my unwilling legs

Towards the subject of my visit

I sat down on a carved ancient wooden stool

Right in front of the cave and picked a piece of white clay...

Clay of the gods

I crushed a little and applied on my eyes

With a gradual comprehension that

I was really in the presence of a force

Beyond my mortal understanding,

My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness enveloping me

And I beheld it - my village shrine

an Emeka Amakeze poetic expression.

Line Of Sight

Despite all our efforts, they still want us to disunite

Our blood is their delight as my Nigeria they blight

Bringing fight unwanted to force us to take to flight

Unusual fright is in the land but there is none to indict

No light to brighten our paths for none there is the knight

The peace promised is but a sleight of hand in our sight

For our plight is to vote that our wealth be their right

Deafening disquiet of a once powerful home-land in delight

The height of their insensitivity pushes us to self-ignite

Our collective might as a people no more gives us respite

Not with morale as tight as wood eaten inside by termite

I recite our anthem and I realise that nothing is now alright

Our name is bigger than Elephant but we're cowered like ant

Blight rite of passage for this giant of Africa spite

Smite this evil in our land that we shall once again be great

But how could this ever be if you and I don’t make it right

                     an Emeka Amakeze poetic expression

Being me

Representing Streamsong Projects Films

I still remain Emeka Amakeze. You can't beat me at being me!

Emeka Amakeze

To prove that Tinubu is not afraid of LIVE TV INTERVIEWS, they said that he “is contesting for Nigerian President, not Media President. Now that they tweeted a video of him riding a stationary bike in 2013, is he contesting for Nigerian Cycling Federation President?

FRAUD ALERT; DO NOT BE THEIR MUGU

Below is a text message I came across today.

And as the national Vice President, South-East,  Actors Guild of Nigeria, I wish to unequivocally state that the Guild IS NEITHER organising any election NOR owns the account number below. This disclaimer is with a view to warning the public against falling into the hands of these fraudsters that are already under investigation.

DO NOT BE THEIR MUGU!!!

"AGN ELECTION HAV BEEN SHIFT FRM 17TH TO 26TH APRIL. D TIME TABLE ARE AS FOLLOWS: SALES OF FORMS 30-23TH APRIL  2015 @DIAMOND BANK. SCREENING 26TH BY 12NOON. MANIFESTO 26TH 2PM ACCREDITATION/VOTING/RESULT 26TH 4PM. SWEARING IN 26TH BY 6PM NOBLE HOTEL VENUE.ONLY REVALIDATED ONES SHAL VOTE N BE VOTED 4. AGNEC

AGN COST OF ELECTION NOMINATION FORM. POSITION CHAIRMAN #30,000, VICE, SECRETARY, TREASURER, FIN SECRETARY IS #15,000. PRO, DGS, ASST SECRETARY, CHIEF WHIP IS #10,000.THEIR TENURE IS 4 YEARS. PAY @DIAMOND BANK, ACC NAME:ACTORS GUILD OF NIG SOUTHEAST ZONE. ACC NO:0062456482. REVALIDATION IS #1500. FRM AGNEC CHAIRMAN"

To be forewarned is to be forearmed.

Emeka Amakeze
Vice President
Actors Guild of Nigeria.

Line Of Sight

Despite all our efforts, they still want us to disunite

Our blood is their delight as my Nigeria they blight

Bringing fight unwanted to force us to take to flight

Unusual fright is in the land but there is none to indict

No light to brighten our paths for none there is the knight

The peace promised is but a sleight of hand in our sight

For our plight is to vote that our wealth be their right

Deafening disquiet of a once powerful home-land in delight

The height of their insensitivity pushes us to self-ignite

Our might as a people no longer gives us respite

Not with morale as tight as wood eaten inside by termite

I recite our anthem and I realise that nothing is now alright

Our name is bigger than Elephant but we're cowered like ant

Is this the rite of passage for this giant of Africa spite?

Smite this evil in our land that we shall once again be great

But who will bell the cat

I Have A Dream Too

The unprecedented political turn out of events in the US has kept every tongue busy in all corners of the world and each people drawing a lesson or two from it. And i hope that Nigeria and indeed the whole of Africa will not be left out in this lesson that i see in the bigger picture. A picture that my mind has kept nagging me about and in my bid to escape it, i fell asleep and i still dreamt about it.

If eulogies were to be quantified, there will be none left in Nigeria as all have been exported to Obamaland but i resolved to capitulate to my mind’s push and desperately search for more eulogies because i need to export some to Clintonland and Palinshire

My mind was nagging about it because true to the nature of the African man and in particular, the Nigerian man, he has conveniently relegated the exploits of these two women to a deep abyss of a background. “Why?”, “Shebi make dem start their own for Naija” He would retort.

But on the contrary, i have a dream that one day, the strength and industrious nature of the African woman will be celebrated.

I have a dream that one day, we would respect the wish of African women to be treated with dignity.

I have a dream that we would put a stop to all the troubles we put the African women through politically and otherwise, all in the name of being men?

I have a dream that one day, a woman will be the president of my native land- Nigeria.

I may neither be Luther nor King, but i am Martin enough to dream and that’s the bigger picture.

Ultimately, i salute the resilience, tenacity, doggedness and innate love of the African woman. I am proud of her.

Obama Vs The Nigerian

I love the Nigerian spirit; the spirit to identify with and appreciate good things and good tidings. Such has been exhibited in all nooks and crannies of Naija as Barack Obama became the first black and the youngest president of the US. It was unbelievable but it happened through the tenacity of purpose, dream and doggedness of this young man. I’ve heard calls for us to replicate the Obama phenomenon in Nigeria. To believe in our dreams and make them happen. How can we do this when we don’t even have a Martin Luther King? The Nnamdi Azikiwe that we had has had his ideals buried and reburied because they do not have room for personal aggrandizement but rather, to build a better indivisible Nigeria and the rest that tried to Martin Luther us to greater heights had their voices shut before they became clarion calls. We shouldn’t judge Nigerians too hard especially, the younger ones. Obama has made history; there is no doubt about that but nobody has really made mention of the fact that he grew up in a society that has met the BASIC NEEDS of her citizens, a society that prepared and equipped him for this epic battle, a society that doesn’t expect to be praised for providing BASIC INFRASTRUCTURE like road and electricity, a society that respects the socio-political aspiration and rights of her younger generation and women and it wasn’t out of the ordinary for them that Hillary Clinton and Sarah Palin- a state governor made their marks as presidential and vice presidential contenders respectively. Our first female governor via a miscarriage of law was celebrated for God sakes! Young Nigerians dream and they dare. That's the reason you have not experienced total anarchy in our beloved country. They are taking chances that are not allowed them and they are surviving. I never knew we were even ready for a Speaker as young as Bankole. We will continue to dare and we will also make history: that's the soul song of the Nigerian youth. 

As we call for our people to emulate the Obamamania, our government should also see his society and circumstances such as quality education, provision of basic infrastructure and the likes, a situation worthy of replication in Naija.