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
06-05-2014

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

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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: maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
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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
maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com
(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…

©20-10-2013
Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com

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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)

(C)19-10-2013
Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
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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.

(C)15-10-2013
Maxwell O. Opia-Enwemuche
maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com

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.
maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com
(C)06-09-2013
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.
maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com
(C)06-09-2013
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.
14-09-2013

eBook Alert!!! Diary of a Keke Driver

Good evening dear friends

Do you know that struggles are as real as the reality before our face and every face on the surface of the earth is a mobile billboard for one struggle or the other.

As is often said, everyone has one challenge or the other including the so-called rich folks. If only our faces are screens where our struggles are shown to every passerby, then some would choose to remain indoors never to be seen.

These struggles are real and a little imagination of it will keep people talking about them when they are compiled as a book. Buckle your belt as you journey with me on a ride into the book, “The Diary of a Keke Rider” (by Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi) that is coming your way soon.

It is full of humour, intrigue and every good thing that would arouse your senses and keep them yearning for more.

Anticipate! 01-10-2018

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#KekeDriver
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#TheVictories
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PS:
You can now download an e-copy of my debut novel, “The Oracle of Isieke” from the site below and also recommend to friends and family. http://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_oracle_of_isieke/13500

You can also download an e-copy of my single story for children entitled, “The Stubborn Crayfish” with the link https://okadabooks.com/search?term=The+Stubborn+Crayfish for just =N=75 (Seventy-Five Naira Only)

You can also download a FREE e-copy of my single story for children entitled, ” Who Stole my Sandals?” with the link https://okadabooks.com/book/about/who_stole_my_sandal_/11742
Thank you for cultivating a reading culture

Your Brother-in-Ink

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
(Author, The Oracle of Isieke)

Coming Soon: The Diary of a Keke Driver

Dear Friends,

Do you know that a lazy youth or fellow is like a leaf wrapped up firmly around a soap who happens to be his or her guardians in all facets? Are you rubbing off the right virtues on that youth or fellow or you are sharing the wrong files through your connections into them?

Wonder no more because “The Diary of Keke Driver” by Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi that is coming your way soon, will open up your eyes to the reality of life and light up your senses with more life than you ever imagined and wished you never leave this realm. This book is full of humour, intrigue and every good thing that would arouse your senses and keep them yearning for more.

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Diary of a Keke Driver

The world is definitely made up of events and there’s hardly any day that elapses without an event to talk about.

Even our personal lives are knitted with a series of events that may keep a whole lot of people talking about them when they are compiled as a book.

It is on this premise, that this book, The Diary of a Keke Driver is coming your way. It is full of intrigue, humour, morals and every good thing that will arouse your senses and keep them yearning for more.

Anticipate!
01-10-2018

#TheDiaryOfAKekeDriver #KekeDriver #Persistence

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

The Oracle of Isieke (A Novel)

PASSION is Everything

The word PASSION represents the world or life of an individual; the things he or she likes and the things that brings him joy or should I say happiness. However, everyone knows that happiness does not just happen. It takes a conscious effort to bring it to reality. Wishes only exist in our memories as they dance naked waiting to be clothed and felt in the realm of reality.

I enjoy writing stuffs and it keeps me away from things that would cause depression and draws me closer to things that enhance knowledge when I read. My first novel, the Oracle of Isieke, was a product of solitude when my university education was placed on hold for over 3 months due to strike action. Like a flash, the characters came begging and jumping around in my mind to become reality. They needed to be clothed and projected to the world.

I yielded to their plea to tell their story in this fascinating and suspense filled novel, “The Oracle of Isieke.” It would is available at Okadabooks.

Indeed, a single bracelet does not jangle alone, but requires others to tag along. You can become the other bracelet that would cause us to jangle by downloading my book through the link below.

https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the_oracle_of_isieke/13500

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
📁Umuahia, Nigeria

Poem 239 – Volcanic Epistle (2)

Poem 239 – Volcanic Epistle (2)

Your body is an adventure –
Full of memories I’ll relish with pleasure
For the unending beats of my heart
Are lost in the steps of your thoughts
Always giving way to an eruption
As we bask under the warmth of your corruption.

Your body is my altar
Where prayers are offered on sweaty skins
As we dance along never to falter
Moaning all night to wash away our sins–
A sign of seizure is a prayer answered
Upon milky libation we become We’re happy never to be sad.

Your body is my garment
I wish to wear you all the time
For whenever I’m in your raiment,
Time becomes nothing & joy evicts lime
For my feelings come alive
Causing an uproar in my loins as beehive.

My Geography teacher lied to me
about the fire from a volcano.
Now I know why he spoke about this fire
For in your thighs, I’ve found peace
Bringing joy to my heart again
As good moaning appears without pain.

I have seen great eruptions with my naked eyes
As stars falls from the skies
And we dance along in endless celebration.
There’s no terrible thistles
in you, only unending memories in volcanic epistles.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©30-08-2018
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#365DaysOfPoetry

Poem 238 – Droplets

Poem 238 – Droplets

We were once free in a land we call our own
When our fathers spoke on our behalf with might
Canvassing for unity and a better tomorrow they assuaged
With vigour and refreshing candour, they pleaded our course
Should we not call this country our own?
Why do brothers hunt down souls at night?
Should continue to make people depressed?
Why are we acting as if we are under a curse?

Like droplets from a leave after rainfall,
We’ve suffered endlessly to no avail
While living a life of squalor in place of plenty
As sycophants chant unending hymns of celebration.
Let it be known that tears have no tribe where it falls
And economic depression does not segregate.
We’re the nation we think of tomorrow
And without positive action, we waste away like droplets.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©28-08-2018
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Poem 237 – /tearing-apart/

Poem 237 – /tearing-apart/

a girl is a jewel depending on who
comes her way with a bright purpose.
a girl is a cheque, so precious,
but multiple crosses on her deplete value.

value is nothing if importance is missing
and to forget this is to become useless
for only demons to come visiting again
inflicting pains on girls to tear them apart.

a girl is a treasure not on lips,
but in deeds not to be bought.
sacrifices are offered with burnt offerings
and ignorance on this turns one into their piece.

For those who are masters in tearing apart,
nemesis is a garment they will put on as hats.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©28-08-2018
#maxxzymusdapoet
#365DaysOfPoetry
#TearingApart 

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