Goodnight Justice Oputa* (A Tribute)

If death could be appeased,
I would have pleaded for Justice Oputa.
If old age can be reversed and healed,
Then I know I’ll see a healthy Oputa.

He said, ‘To hear with one ear and deliver judgement
Is a flagrant violation of the natural law of justice.’
The iconic jurist delivered a great judgment.
Now he parts from all earthly justice.

Let the gowns and wig mourn,
Let the giant Ikoro be sounded.
An enigma in the jurist world is gone,
But the Oputa spirit cannot be grounded.

I bid thee farewell with a salute
I sing my heart out from a distance
For the love, you showed to all I salute
And I know your legacies will be told as a story.

I bid thee goodnight great Oputa
The legal world salutes your altar.
I salute your doggedness and humility
I salute your ingenuity and great ability.
Let the flag fly at half mast
For we have lost a rare gem at last.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

* Justice Chukwudifu Akunne Oputa was born on 22nd September 1924 at Oguta and died on 11th May 2014.



A Journey to the World of Mazi Okechukwu: A Review of The Oracle of Isieke by Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Reviewer –   Opia- Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Book Title- The Oracle of Isieke

Author-   Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia- Enwemuche

Publisher- Readon Publishers Limited

Year- 2013

Page- 100

In his debut novel, “The Oracle of Isieke”, Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia- Enwemuche tells a suspense-filled story revolving around a young man, his village, his heart of forgiveness and the oracle that brought peace to the land of Isiaku.Reading through the book, you get this feeling of pleasurable fascination and excitement mixed with apprehension, tension, and anxiety developed from an unpredictable, mysterious, and rousing source of entertainment. This actually made me to read the whole book without a halt and discovered the rich cultural content of the novel. Intriguing, revealing, thrilling and interwoven in various captivating plots, the book delivers great value and morals and points a direction at how we can let go of offenses and rather pursue peace and seek the overall or common good of all rather than the seeming satisfaction that comes with getting even.In this short story, the author blends culture, tradition, humour, hatred, and love to tell a compelling tale that would move any mortal into empathy for the protagonist. Indeed, this looks real than fiction making one wants to be in Isiaku. I would personally love to see the graveside of Mazi Uchenna Okechukwua to salute his courage and tenacity during those trying moments and the wonderful Okilo, the great’ in order to tap from his wealth of knowledge and fountain of his vocabulary.The writer’s use of simple language leaves the reader entwined in the story and creates a desire in the reader to be in the setting as the story unveils in quick succession. Indeed the book tells of the story of Isiaku in line with the moving quote in the opening page, ‘The people that forget their culture shall utterly be enslaved because every man has a history [root] and every village a story to tell.’  There is a lovely sequence in which poetry was used as a song to drive home the message of hatred for Mazi Uchenna by the village of Isiaku. The novel is timely in an era where our African culture which ordinarily lies supine in our present day society is brought to life by highlighting on strong cultural values and tradition. Typical African scenery was painted by using simple language and good chronological account with grains of humour dotted therein for proper understanding even by an average reader. Though I found the character of Mazi Obiorah interesting as the antagonist that brought doom on the village of Isiaku, I enjoyed the character of Okilo, ‘The great’ who in the midst of death ravaging the land, he had his cap of humor and tons of grammar to keep him happy.

The oracle itself was seriously stressed on as a powerful tool for restoring peace in any troubled land within the clans.

Though our culture may be on trial on scale and balances, I was held spellbound by this wonderful piece that I wished I was at Isiaku when these events happened.

The writer achieved the essence of the subject matter as peace was achieved in the land of Isiaku by the forgiving heart of Mazi Uchenna Okechukwu.

I recommend it to the reading public, old and young, but most especially the youths in order to teach them some basic principles of life that anchor on honesty.

Grab your copy and get other copies for your family, friends, and foes.

The author, Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia-Enwemuche can be reached by mail:

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

My Heartbeat (A Poem)

My Heartbeat (A Poem)

There’re so many places to be
So many spots to visit
But I chose in between to be
I chose those two mountains to visit.

Smiles are innocuously contagious
Kisses can revive a dying soul
Your love towards me has made us
But your name have I etched in my soul.

New wines taste so good,
But the old ones can send you to sleep.
I will like to feel good,
But it will be better to fall asleep

I hope you feel my heartbeat
And feel yours too my dear.
Hear the syllabic sound of my heart beat
It beats with care MY-DEAR.

Maxwell O. Opia-Enwemuche
(C) 29-01-2014
The mind is a wonderful treasure to waste. Develop yours!

Give Me More of It (A Poem)

Give Me More of It

(For my amiable wife)

Life is nothing without love

Full of resentment and sorrow.

Without sentiment, what prevails is love

It keeps us alive with a secured tomorrow.
I was created through the Love of God

In His love was I conceived and born.

Now I enjoy the love of the true God

His blessings shine upon me like the sun. 

The love of God flows through various channels

And now I can see it so glaring in your heart.

You’ve shown me your love without reserve

Now I sing gloriously with joy in my heart. 

Now, I come alive everyday with great

heatAnd I ask you, my sweetest heart, give me more of it.

There are many blessings that come with love.

Now I can see them because of your wonderful love…

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

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A Mind Beat (Reflections)

The world should not define who you are.
Who you are comes alive when you care…
Care to dig inside out to see the truth.

Live everyday of your life in happiness
And without grudge, go to bed happy everyday.
No matter the situation of life, show a little kindness
And you’ll be a blessing to somebody someday.

Speak life into everything around you.
Think good always that you may embrace good today.
Don’t force yourself on people who don’t like you
And you’ll see the greatness in you everyday.

Remain steadfast in God our creator
Stay connected always to please Him
Strive to be like the creator
And above all live your life to please HIM.
(Cf Ecclesiastes12:13)

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
The mind is a great treasure to waste. Develop it!

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The Beauty of Solitude (A Poem)

Who says that good things come easy?
Hard as they may seem, it’s always there.
Who says that you can’t become your dream?
Walk and think your dream
And you’ll sing your success story like fresh air.

The canaries sing their songs
Though loud and noisy, it tells their stories.
Termites build their termitarium with strength
Though messy as it may seem, it defines their existence.

There’s beauty everywhere even in solitude.
The world came into being from solitude
And man’s existence was a thought in solitude.
Now, I write quietly in solitude.

Who says that good things come easy?
Ask the gold and the crude oil about the word, ‘easy’
The world awaits my story
And it must speak loud into history.

In solitude i write without reserve
And I pray the beauty of Solitude be preserved.

Maxwell O. Opia-Enwemuche

Hear My Cry, Oh Flower! (A Poem)

I can hear people screaming my name
Like the weaver bird singing songs of mockery.
When shall we get rid of this shame?
These lunatics must be curtailed with alacrity.

Sodom and Gomorrhea were minors,
But what I see everyday is horrible.
Fathers and grand fathers fight with minors
And the news from the Tabloids are incredible.

This time we must stand against evil
And speak with one voice.
The time has come to say no to this evil
And speak with facts without noise.

Must we act like apes?
We must stop this incessant rapes.
Say no to this monster
Join this fight for the girl child restoration.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O.
The mind is a great treasure to waste. Develop it!

Hear My Cry, Oh Flower!

I can hear people screaming my name
Like the weaver bird singing songs of mockery.
When shall we get rid of this shame?
These lunatics must be curtailed with alacrity.

Sodom and Gomorrhea were minors,
But what I see everyday is horrible.
Fathers and grand fathers fight with minors
And the news from the Tabloids are incredible.

This time we must stand against evil
And speak with one voice.
The time has come to say no to this evil
And speak with facts without noise.

Must we act like apes?
We must stop this incessant rapes.
Say no to this monster
Join this fight for the girl child restoration.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O.
The mind is a great treasure to waste. Develop it!

‪ Show Me Thy Heart (A Poem)

What’s wrong with imagination

That my heart wonders without limit?

When is this coming to be, oh vision!

I can see you even in your naked meat.

Caress my mine with this passion.


I stand like a statue, yet your feelings consume me.

Where goeth thou to please my soul?

Think of me that I may live forever.

Your heart is what I need to cure my fever

Come to me that we may hum our love song together.

Oh virgin of my heart! Come to me

The lusts of my youth come and consume me.
Like the snail, I walk into her heart.

Encapsulated, my love I dare to show…

Where would I keep my fragile heart

That the world may see our love snow?

Like the horn of a unicorn, show me thy heart.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O.

Poem 164 – Shadows

Poem 164 – Shadows

Shadows look beautiful
& appears like memories,
but thoughts of your lovely heart
has changed the song in my mind.

I hug you in every memory
knowing that you’re closer to me.
I see you everyday in a hurry
Knowing that your kiss is closer to me.

The moon lights up the night
& your thought lights up my heart
I try to keep my mind, but the fight
for expression leaves me with a lovely heart.

I see you in my shadow
walking closely with me
as you talk about our tomorrow
with an oath never to forsake me.

Shadows are indeed beautiful
For I see you in them
as you spur me to be reliable
I believe in you & you’re different from them.

We’re in this together
For a voyage devoid of obstacles,
lack stories that cause people to gather.
We’ve escaped every sword of Damocles.

I believe in you
Not because of your beautiful face,
but a wonderful soul living in you
& I’m grateful seeing you in my place.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 163 – On the Streets

Poem 163 – On the Streets

Like swarms of locust
They besiege cars for daily bread
Scrambling for buyers at all cost
In order to define their night & bed

Youngsters & old hands always running,
A race for survival & life.
The day is not for smiling
For the man who returns to his wife.

Like dotted fireflies
They hover displaying their colours
Picking out details with Eagle’s eyes
& moving in for life’s flavors.

This is my street story
& I know it’ll define my history.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 162 – Act

Poem 162 – Act

Have you ever thought of dying
to self for the glory of doing the
right things before your face?

Have you ever thought of fighting
against child molestation with a view to breaking wicked norms?

Have you ever thought of riding
against human rights infringement
in order to create a safe world?

Have you ever thought of gender
liberalization where decisions
are not forced but becomes a choice?

Have you ever thought of free thinking
where religion is not forced on us,
but a safe place to practice love is already provided?

This is the time to act without delay
while killing complacency &
knocking down every unholy.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem161- El-dorado

Poem161- El-dorado

The stars appear funny tonight
As they winked in succession
Blinking before my sight
As I think of your fleshy celebration.

I think of the fellowship of twin towers
& the car race on wet surface
I think of the lovely showers
& smiles so wonderful like legislators mace.

I think of your precious palace
Where reception is a adventure
I think of the joyful psalms
While holding your wonderful arms.

Let our bodies speak
The language of pleasure
Let our strength not go weak
For tonight we’ll draw ecstasy with full measure.

The rain that dropped on earth
Reminded me of your wetness
The trickles that remained afterwards
Reminds me of my milky libation.

Warmth is a song
Known only to close bodies
Clapping with a common goal
For a special sacrifice to the soul.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 160 – I choose to be free

Poem 160 – I choose to be free

We’re in chains everywhere,
But your imagination is what
Keeps you unarguably bound.
I choose to be free
No matter what history has on her plate.

I hug my imaginations
For in them, nations are built & destroyed l.
I choose to be free
For I’ve got the spirit of a bird–to fly away
& colour my path with rainbow all the way.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 159 – The Change I Desire : Chapter (1)

Poem 159 – The Change I Desire : Chapter (1)

If the change I desire
begins with me as I respire,
then the onus is on me to do better
& take charge never to falter.

Those who chant this natural hymns
Are not exempted of their sins
For all hands must be on deck to perform
& avoid every unholy norm.

The change that we seek is here
& we desire a little breathe of fresh air.
Dust your voters cards
& not conspicuous placards
For the time to act is now
& not to cry foul.

This is the change I desire
I will perspire & never retire
Until my change comes dancing
With victory & unending singing.

The change I desire
Is not to openly walk into fire,
But to look for a better water
& extricate myself from every dead matter.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 158 – Sacred

Poem 158 – Sacred

Like a man under heat,
I hold it sacred as I see it –
Not allowing it out of sight
For pleasure is ephemeral
& self-control is perpetual.
I hold myself sacred
& my thrust cannot replace
My trust for God.

The environment is a stage
Waiting for an act from me in rage.
The atmosphere is tense
& emotion is fighting to be free.
I hold myself sacred
For mistakes are rancid cakes
On which we see our errors afterwards.
My thrust cannot replace trust for God.

My life is sacred
& my thoughts I hold sacred too.
My emotions seem lacerated
With contact to the world like magnet.
I hold myself sacred
For temptation are like icing on cake
Without patience, one cannot overcome.

This is the place
Where I declare
That life is sacred
& I hold my thoughts sacred.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi