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When you have life work to do, you don’t go around with the nihilistic thought that “we’re all gonna die someday”. I, for one, have a 1000 books to write, many more stories to tell; a 1000 songs to write, to sing. And, then, there is the dance long as life ever expands.
I go around thinking longevity, immortality. If ever I die, I die. But it’ll be on my terms. Even then, I’ll die fighting. Science is my arsenal. Medicine is my weapon of choice. I kill Coronavirusdisease Covid-19 with vaccines. Works with high level of precision; call it efficacy. On a bad day, shit could hit the fan. That’s the way of the world. When we go out to war, we carry body bags too. Some of our comrades shall sure fall. Could be me. Could be another. It is what it is.
“You gonna fight, you gonna get hit!” so said a martial arts teacher once.
No, I’m NOT afraid of death. I’m not afraid of dying. Mementomori. I just don’t have time for dying. Life is just too good. I want to live it to the fullest potential. Should I in any way die before my work is done, I’ll be back! Watch this space.
Done got my first vaccine shot yesterday, Friday: practice what you preach. Can’t wait for second shot in six weeks’ time. Excellent service at my neighbourhood health centre, Frogner helsestasjon: systemic efficiency, warm human effectiveness, reassuring. Were it up to me, I’d take all available vaccines all at once, once and for all and continue with my good life.
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
Tel.: +4792525032
May 01, 2021
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LOCKDOWN – A Poem
FREE YOUR MIND
Prophet of doom
In gloom
High on a broom
Possessed by the moon
You bemoan
You aren’t enslaved goon
Neither 5G’d buffoon
You rave
You own a cave
For free will
Thy will
Shall be done as you will
You might as well
Write your will
Dig your grave
It’s a time game
Your thoughts aren’t the same
Your feelings aren’t tame
Take your time
Your freedom is prime
For crime
Warning bells chime
Could save you a dime
It’s a no-end-game
Your logic is lame
Driving in the wrong lane
Is a death game
For the infame
Ignorance unframed
Self-destruction uncaged
Soul encased
Burial to erase
You from the race
For collective survival grace
There’s no grief
Your mind is grave
No peace in the grave
Your demons are brave
Your dark side can’t behave
In the horror that’s your head on a stave
For your face
In a trance
Everyone is a nutcase
Everything is a disgrace
You persist that the system in place
Seeks to replace
People liberties with acquiescence
In dissonance
With your sense
Of egotistical existence
Your disappearance
Equals good riddance
For once
Shut your mouth
Declare your
Four-square-metres of safety
Around you
Close your eyes
Form your
Space of solitude
Inside eight cubic metres of
Six mirror’ surfaces
Open your eyes
See the many facets of
You
Your potential
And that is only
The-visible-to
The naked eye
Inside of you
Is the power
That made God
To say the least
Fear not thyself
Fear ye not the unknown
No need for anger
No need for confusion
No need for despair
No need for panic
No need for prejudice
No trepidation
No end of the world imminent
Cleanse your hands
Create similar spaces
For your loved ones
Your neighbours
Your fellow beings
Merge the best
Of your reflections
See how larger than life
You all are together as one
Against
Devious intentions
By the contentious
They call it solidarity
You have a future to groom
No need to abuse
No need to bully
No need for conspiracies
No need for estrangements
No need to hate
No need to lie
No need for suspicion
No need for others’ blood in your hands
Mirror reflections are science
It’s called physics
In times of uncertainty
Chaos reigning high
Broken mirrors pieces
Reflect
Lights of possibilities
By their numbers
In all directions
Angles and curves
Have no fear
There’s always an answer
Lockdown
Open your mind
Do right things right
Reflect on your life
Reflect on your place on earth
There is always an answer
It’s only a matter of time
Polish mirrors in your head
Let science work
Like it took man
To the moon
And back
Alive
Mars is next
Lockdown
Unleash your fantasy
Cure your myopia
Pandemize your phobia
Vandalize claustrophobia
Vitalize your inertia
Recall your Utopia
To your euphoria
Today
END
©Simon Chilembo 14/04-2021
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
Telephone: +4792525032
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COLOUR OF MY SKIN – A Poem
AS IS COLOUR OF MY SKIN I AM
I’m ‘y skin colour
I waste no light
You see no colour
You’re out of sight
Light shines through you
Your
Condescendence
Ignorance
Insensitivity
Superficiality
Ubiquitous
I walk
My colour
I talk
My colour
I breathe my colour
I live my colour
You see no colour
I run over you
My voice colour laser
Pierces your eardrums
You choose not to see
You choose not to hear
You’ll never learn
You’ll stay colourless
Dumb
You might as well
Be dead
Bigot
Your words say
And I quote
Oh, dear
I am indeed white
And that is a fact
God-given
My blood is
Racism pure-red-free
White is my world
Pure and clean
I do not see
Black in the people of God
Black is the colour of shame
That notwithstanding
Black is the appearance of the colour of the skin of my lover
When we perform coitus
I shut my eyes closed
Really
I do not see colour
I feel only delight
Primal pleasures of the flesh flavour
Close quote
Clearly
Your vision
Is twisted
Your hearing
Is clogged
Even then
I invite you
To read my lips
If you can
For one last time
Vocalize my words
Inside your head
For you to hear
What I have
To say to you
I’m colour of my skin
I give meaning to light
Black define’ space
In your time
Black colours
Contours of your life
Black contrasts the universe
For creation’s diversity
Ever unfolding
Inside of you
In everything
Your senses perceive
In your world
Big or small
I’m colour of my skin
I stand here
A plural faced prism
I disperse light
In all directions
In all its
Spectrum splendour
Colour possible tones
Imagination unbound
When some call me
A person of colour
It’s because
They see something
Of themselves
In me
In all corners of the world
The day you decide
To open your eyes
Come into me
Find the colour of your skin
For who you truly are
Walk with me
Your colour
If you want
As I walk mine
Walk my talk
Your ears might heal
Talk my colour
Your ears might hear
They might be
Receptive
To Black person
Dancing
In the light
Singing
You cause me harm
For colour of my skin
You harm yourself
See my colour
See yourself
Feel your pain
For the day
Light might cease
Falling on me
In the dark
Everything is possible
You created Satan
Made it
My alter ego
And yet
Satan is
The face
Of your fear of my skin
Of your hate
Of the colour of my skin
I’m shining bright
In the light
Of the smart
Come in sight
Self-knowledge is might
Sit tight
Time is right
Waste no light
I’m infinite
By right
I’ll teach you right
Colour of my skin is erudite
Just treat me right
I wish you might
Expedite
Be contrite
For your spite
Immortal is
Colour of my skin
Get used to it
See colour
If only
For your longevity
Life is good
For the colourful
In a world
Tainted by
The
But me
I don’t see colour
I see people
Oh, yeah
People come in
All colours
All shapes
All sizes
You blind
To that reality
Move to the side
Stay out of sight
Moron
END
©Simon Chilembo 23/ 03-2021
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
March 29, 2021
Tel.: +4792525032
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ALL IN THE HANDS
The Hands Know
It’s all in my hands
I see her
Call her Stella
I clasp the hands
To feel the mutual pull
Of the palm middles
Pulsating onto each other
I get to feel
Balance of
The center of the universe
Heat of
Fire of belly of the earth
That I feel in the hands
Gets my little finger
To twitch
Telling me that
My heart
Is with me
I’m in love
My ring finger
Kicks out
Telling me that
Stella’s wife material
The middle finger
Itches
Telling me that
We have to ensnare her
Into our love kingdom
Knock onto her heaven’s door
Trigger off
Her fires of desire
The index finger points
Straight out at her
To single her out from the rest
Stella sure is the one
By any measure
Better than the rest
She is the one
The thumb’s up
It tells me that
It’s all systems go
It’s now or never
She disappears
Over the horizon yonder
We’ll never see here again
Images of her
Flash in my mind
My hands tremble
Non-stop
I put my hands together
Porcupine quills tingle
My skin
Goosebumps pervade
My body surfaces
From toe-to-finger-to-head
If
I can’t breathe
It’s not for
A man’s knee on my neck
Love sighs for Stella
Take my breath away
My hands get epileptic
I can’t reach out
To touch her
The seizure goes
I fold my arms
Hide my hands
Under my armpits
The warmth soothes me to sleep
I dream
Stella’s back tomorrow
My hands wake me up
END
©Simon Chilembo 22/ 11- 2020
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
March 08, 2021
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