Sì, mi riccordo benissimo
che l’incontro era per oggi,
un patto fatto dalla nascita,
niente da perdere, da temere,
non vedevo l’ora per volare
di venirti a trovare là su
per chiederti tante “perchè”.
Tutto era pronto e
mancavano solo pocchi respiri,
ma poi ho sentito delle voci
arrivare dall’Europa, da Roma,
usano parole e termini nuovi
“un’altra goccia nel mare”,
dicono che a sei anni
non deve esistere mai più…
un’appuntamente in cielo!
The Heaven can wait!
Yes, I remember quite well
that the meeting was for today
a pact made from birth,
nothing to lose, to fear about,
I coundn’t wait to fly
to come and meet you up there
to ask you so many “why”.
All was ready and
I had only few breaths left,
but then I heard some voices
coming from Europe, from Rome
using new words and new terms
“another drop in the sea”
they say at six years
there should never be….
an appointment in the skies!
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
lunedì 30 aprile 2007
venerdì 13 aprile 2007
The last Prayer
Subject: the Nigerian general elections, 2007
Oh God, may all glory, adoration and power be unto your holy name. Father, I thank you immensely for the kindness, love and mercy you have shown on us, your nigerian children. Thank you, father, for the precious life you have spared us in these recent years.
You protected and safeguarded our lives, notwithstanding the armed robbers hungrily searching for them in our homes and on our roads, round the clock, every blessed year. You nourished the bodies and wetted the throats of the poor masses, notwithstanding the lack of food, water and the absence of Naira in their pockets.
You stood for us and prevented them from selling off our great nation, even as they have looted all our wealth, mercilessly exploited and shamefully embezzled our resources. You fatherly calmed the furious souls of those of us who couldn't bear it any longer and were tempted to violence.
Father, we welcomed them with great joy, mistaking them to be what they said to be, our saviours. But they turned out to be our nightmare, just weeks after their swearing-in.
We have deteriorated from half current to latterns, from the occational tap water to the mud. Our usual bad roads have turned out to be simply out of use. The young people who only had the problem of getting a job after their studies, now cannot even finish their studies for lack of funds. Father, while other countries were developing and advancing technologically, they decided that our own money should be kept damant in the western banks, in their personal accounts. Parents are watching their children die for lack of food and water. People are watching relations die for lack of simple medical cares. Father, hell seems to have transfered to the earth, in Nigeria.
Here they come again! With different faces and different tongues, but we know their DNA is the same with the others. The miserable masses are once again called upon to esercise their civic right which, obviously, will be irrelivant on who is going to win or lose the elections.
Heavenly father, I beg thee on behalf of the perishing masses to take care of the disastrous situation. Give us the leaders that will not send the rest of us to the numerous mass graves located in the country, as they are already filled up.
Deliver us from the hands of our political tyrants and our democratic dictators, and give us the courage and the wisdom to erase the sense of 'patriotic orphan' that has come to reign in the soul of every nigerian being.
All these I beg thee, through Christ our Lord, Amen.
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
Oh God, may all glory, adoration and power be unto your holy name. Father, I thank you immensely for the kindness, love and mercy you have shown on us, your nigerian children. Thank you, father, for the precious life you have spared us in these recent years.
You protected and safeguarded our lives, notwithstanding the armed robbers hungrily searching for them in our homes and on our roads, round the clock, every blessed year. You nourished the bodies and wetted the throats of the poor masses, notwithstanding the lack of food, water and the absence of Naira in their pockets.
You stood for us and prevented them from selling off our great nation, even as they have looted all our wealth, mercilessly exploited and shamefully embezzled our resources. You fatherly calmed the furious souls of those of us who couldn't bear it any longer and were tempted to violence.
Father, we welcomed them with great joy, mistaking them to be what they said to be, our saviours. But they turned out to be our nightmare, just weeks after their swearing-in.
We have deteriorated from half current to latterns, from the occational tap water to the mud. Our usual bad roads have turned out to be simply out of use. The young people who only had the problem of getting a job after their studies, now cannot even finish their studies for lack of funds. Father, while other countries were developing and advancing technologically, they decided that our own money should be kept damant in the western banks, in their personal accounts. Parents are watching their children die for lack of food and water. People are watching relations die for lack of simple medical cares. Father, hell seems to have transfered to the earth, in Nigeria.
Here they come again! With different faces and different tongues, but we know their DNA is the same with the others. The miserable masses are once again called upon to esercise their civic right which, obviously, will be irrelivant on who is going to win or lose the elections.
Heavenly father, I beg thee on behalf of the perishing masses to take care of the disastrous situation. Give us the leaders that will not send the rest of us to the numerous mass graves located in the country, as they are already filled up.
Deliver us from the hands of our political tyrants and our democratic dictators, and give us the courage and the wisdom to erase the sense of 'patriotic orphan' that has come to reign in the soul of every nigerian being.
All these I beg thee, through Christ our Lord, Amen.
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
giovedì 12 aprile 2007
Perchè respingermi?
Migliaia di chilometri fatti a piedi nudi, a stomaco vuoto,
Giorni e notti passati nel deserto con la gola asciutta,
Ore e ore di estate nascosto nel container senza ossigeno,
Perché respingermi?
Giornate intere passate nelle fonderie e campi agricoli,
Giornate intere passate a badare, e tra i piatti sporchi,
Mesi trascorsi sulle strade con il negozio sulle spalle,
Perché respingermi?
Chiedevo solo per un pezzo di pane, acqua potabile e coperta,
Chiedevo solo di essere lontano dalle guerre civili, dall'odio,
Chiedevo solo per un'altra giornata di sopravvivenza umana,
Perché respingermi?
Cercavo solo il Presente che non riesco più a trovare,
Cercavo solo una ragione per continuare a vivere,
Perché rovinare un sogno e impedire un respiro?
Perché respingermi?
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
Giorni e notti passati nel deserto con la gola asciutta,
Ore e ore di estate nascosto nel container senza ossigeno,
Perché respingermi?
Giornate intere passate nelle fonderie e campi agricoli,
Giornate intere passate a badare, e tra i piatti sporchi,
Mesi trascorsi sulle strade con il negozio sulle spalle,
Perché respingermi?
Chiedevo solo per un pezzo di pane, acqua potabile e coperta,
Chiedevo solo di essere lontano dalle guerre civili, dall'odio,
Chiedevo solo per un'altra giornata di sopravvivenza umana,
Perché respingermi?
Cercavo solo il Presente che non riesco più a trovare,
Cercavo solo una ragione per continuare a vivere,
Perché rovinare un sogno e impedire un respiro?
Perché respingermi?
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
Il destino contro
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo uomini piangere,
quando vedo architetti e ingegneri diventare zappatori di terra,
quando vedo avvocati e filosofi diventare ambulanti e lavapiatti,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo donne umiliate,
quando vedo mogli trattate da bestie dai padroni,
quando sono costretti a vendersi sulle strade per sopravvivere,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo uomini senza dimora,
quando il sotto-ponte diventa l'unica casa dolce casa,
quando l'alcol e la droga diventano gli unici punti di riferimento,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo bambini ai semafori,
quando il mestiere di medicante sostituisce la loro scuola,
quando non rappresentano più la speranza di domani,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo gli immigrati disperati,
quando vedo che sono sprovvisti di patria, identità e speranza,
quando NON riesco a vedere nessuna soluzione a tutto questo!
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
quando vedo architetti e ingegneri diventare zappatori di terra,
quando vedo avvocati e filosofi diventare ambulanti e lavapiatti,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo donne umiliate,
quando vedo mogli trattate da bestie dai padroni,
quando sono costretti a vendersi sulle strade per sopravvivere,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo uomini senza dimora,
quando il sotto-ponte diventa l'unica casa dolce casa,
quando l'alcol e la droga diventano gli unici punti di riferimento,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo bambini ai semafori,
quando il mestiere di medicante sostituisce la loro scuola,
quando non rappresentano più la speranza di domani,
Credo nel destino contro quando vedo gli immigrati disperati,
quando vedo che sono sprovvisti di patria, identità e speranza,
quando NON riesco a vedere nessuna soluzione a tutto questo!
Blessing Sunday Osuchukwu
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