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MY OSLO SUNRISE

©Simon Chilembo, 2012

Sun rose at 6
In Oslo today
She looked up
From her phone
Her stellar eyes petrified me, momentarily
She beamed
“Hei! Morn, morn!!!”
My day was made

We alighted the bus at same stop
My dazed eyes followed her
Round the corner
I went my way
Glorious light all the way
No sunset
In Oslo tonight

©Simon Chilembo, 14/ 11-2012

OSLO
Norway
Tel.: +47 97000488/ +27 717 454 115 (South Africa)

SOUTH AFRICA HERITAGE DAY SONG: KE YA ITHOKA!

SELF-INTRODUCTION PRAISE SONG (Sesotho)

©Simon Chilembo 2012

Ke thelleleng
Ke le ‘tloholo sa Waloba
Morena Bende
Motumbuka seja tau
Ke le letsibolo la Lisebo moradi’a Mabote
Sebentsha letsatsi
Setla ka ngwedi?
Khanya mora’ Chilembo
Di tshereyane noha tsa marabe
O bontshe ditshaba tsela!

SLIDE THEN!
(Why must I slide and fall
When I am
Headman Bende
Tumbuka man
The-Lion-Eater’s grandson
When I am son of Lisebo, Mabote’s daughter
The one who shines the sun
The one who comes with the stars?
Rise and shine
Son of Chilembo
Turn puff adders into harmless fools
And show people the way)
©Simon Chilembo, August 20, 2012

OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
September 24, 2012

LAW OF ATTRACTION POEM

THE LAW OF ATTRACTION

So, where is
The Law of Attraction
Here I am walking around
With pre-come tension
Jammed hard
I’m looking everywhere
I want her
I need her
I long for her

©Simon Chilembo 2012

I dream I’ve collapsed into her
She has clamped my upper body onto hers
Biting my neck, my ears
Her breasts under my chest
Are Rolls Royce ride
I feel the milk of her motherhood swirl
Her nipples feel like thumbs
Prodding my chest
In agony of passion
I too bite her neck, her ears
Her hair is dewy
Smells like a wild flower early spring
Her legs have come over my hips
She drums my bums with her heels
I tremble
I turn into jelly
She twines her legs across my back
She squeezes
I gasp
I scream
I die
She cries
Come, my love!

END/ ©Simon Chilembo, 18/ 09-2012

 

Simon Chilembo
Oslo
Norway
Tel.: +47 97000488/ +27 717454115
September 18, 2012 

WHAT WARRIOR MOVES?

Chilembo Warrior Moves Karate • Development, hereafter CWM, is my safe home base playground. It begins and ends with me. Only I could make CWM for myself. In CWM I do what I have to do, play what I have to play without my inadequacies becoming an impediment for the expression of my overall creative potential. I play my freedom mind games without fear or favour here. CWM is an own platform for the unfolding of my visions, manifesting my values, beliefs, and faith both in thought and action. It encapsulates the story of my life; my past, my present, and charts the course into my future.

I use CWM as a tool to help me make sense of my reality. It helps me structure my thoughts; it helps me to focus. I withdraw into CWM to find answers and meanings to things and events. This is a realm in which I come out of myself for internal dialogues and reflections with myself. My alter ego is my best conversation partner.

My strengths, my strong sense of independence, my free spirit, my rebelliousness, my will to survive, my self-confidence, my innovativeness, my tenacity, my sense of fairness and justice, my ethics, my empathy, are all written on the entire space that is CWM. I walk, and I live my name. Chilembo will contextually mean that which is written down/ the written word/ handwriting/ scripture.

The CWM logo tells it all:

  • The book represents the solid intellectual and academic knowledge foundation upon which CWM is based. Education is paramount; it is an imperative.
  • The shield represents the protecting and defending roles and functions of a warrior. The Chilembo Warrior moves to protect himself and his own with love and compassion, all in the name of peace, fairness, and justice for all.
  • The CWM mind is in a healthy body. Karate training and teaching over a period of 40 years has made my body very strong; has taught me to love and respect life. However, if I have to fight evil I will always aim for the heart. Whatever method I use, I’ll be sharp and precise like a warrior spear.
  • Karate has been an invaluable personal development tool for me. It has taught me the value and essence of teaching, leading, coaching, guiding, and mentoring others. Karate has given me a taste of child upbringing. I have had the entire spectrum of life experience in my Karate endeavours, from love through victory to betrayal. Karate has made me whole.

When I have now retired after 35 years of active Karate teaching, and I no longer own or run a club of my own anywhere, CWM will keep me going strong forever. CWM provides the magic carpet rides that will help maintain and sustain the long-existing bonds between my students, colleagues, friends, as well as my teachers and I.

As my students have now taken over the running of my former two clubs in Norway, I cruise around on CWM carpet rides feeling like a proud old man enjoying the pleasure of seeing his children and grandchildren carrying on with Warrior work towards enlightenment through Karate. There’s nothing as good as good history repeating itself. I’ll always be available on consultant basis if and when my students wish to ride with me on the CWM magic carpet of constant innovation and fresh thinking. And for an indefinite period, out of current practical considerations, my engagement with my international Karate affiliations will be limited. But I’m definitely on board.

In my CWM magic carpet cruises all over the world I will, both impromptu and upon request, issue CWM certificates of recognition to practicing and retired Karateka, as well as friends of Karate and the Martial Arts in general.

In 2011 the first WALOBA AWARD in honour of my late father went to my teacher, Prof Stephen Chan. The 2012 recipient is my student and Brother, Eyvind Elgesem.

SIMON CHILEMBO
Oslo
Norway
Tel.: +47 92525032
August 15, 2012 

TO ALL DICTATORS OF THE WORLD

AFRAID NO MORE 

I have crossed
The threshold of fear
My head is cold
So is my heart
Nothing hurts

No pain no more

On my Freedom march
I do see ahead
Your weapons of mass destruction
I am treading on
The carnage you’ve already caused
My eyes see only one thing beyond you
Beneath the corpses of my slain compatriots

Freedom!!!

I notice the inferno around me
Yet I walk through the fire like Jesus walked on water
I am on a Freedom-yearning high
I am in a Cry Freedom trance
Shoot me down
Annihilate me
I won’t feel a thing
You just disappear
Leave me my Freedom
I want it now
I have blood to drain off the land
I have bodies to bury
Their resting places life-long symbols
Reminders that

Freedom does not come cheap!

Someone has to die for Freedom
Someone shall die for Freedom
Before you kill me on my Freedom march
Just remember
I’m not alone
And, so you know,
The craving for Freedom is universal
My blood will spill to inspire
Other Freedom marchers all across the world
When I breathe my last
Another will inhale my soul
And my spirit shall live on
Much as the souls of my slain compatriots here
Take me higher
I am in a deeper Cry Freedom trance
That’s how we roll
You can’t stop us now

END

© Simon Chilembo, 26-30/ 03-2011

Defiance at home, FREE State Province (MHSRIP) – WARNING! Imagery may be too strong for some.