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CORONA VACCINE 1st JAB
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
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THE 500K CASE – A Poem
PANDEMIC FATALITIES
This year 2021
I’ll hit
My second life
500 000 kroners
Fortune mark
Beyond which
I’ll stop counting
As the zeros grow’n’grow
I’ll start kicking creditors
In the butt
Big Daddy
Mr Big Money Maker
Back in town …
…
What you gon’ do
When 500 000 ghosts
Nightmare your sleep
One night at a time
One spectre at a time
When your
500 million dollars creditors
Get on your case
Fight like hell
Want a noose[1]
The Capitol is calling
Save your pennies
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©Simon Chilembo 14/ 02- 2021
SIMON CHILEMBO
OSLO
NORWAY
TEL.: +4792525032
February 14, 2021
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FURTHER READING: “List of unproven methods against COVID-19” on Wikipedia.
PS
Order, read, and be inspired by my latest book, Covid-19 and I: Killing Conspiracy Theories.
[1] The Atlantic, It Was Supposed to Be So Much Worse, Godfrey, E, Author, https://bit.ly/3u1IMW7, (accessed 14 February 2021)
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