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 80 – The Mind is Crazy

Poem 80 – The Mind is Crazy

Who would have believed this?

The mind has a mind of its own

Squeezing ideas per milliseconds like a snake’s hiss

Reinventing things as sharp as the piercing cone.


Lines upon lines she thinks

Churning out beautiful thoughts from the blues

Ideas are good, but some innocuously stink

Appearing like rainbows with wonderful hues.


The mind is crazy

& sometimes I feel like having a handshake

Knowing that she is not lazy,

She brings forth robust energy like an earthquake.


The mind is crazy

& her thoughts are never hazy.

Here’s my hand on this beautiful crazy mind

Let’s be friends for there’s no better time to unwind.


Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi






Poem 79 – The Man Theory

Poem 79 – The Man Theory

Who are you to condemn
Without looking at thyself?
Be sober as well as solemn
To redeem & rededicate thyself.
Think of tomorrow
And save yourself the sorrow.

Rest not on that man theory with stories,
But be a part to change these histories.
I love women for a mother lives in them!
Show love, share love & love them
In order to make the world a better place
Not with soured faces like a frustrated lace.

We may have our man theory
But give love a chance in this story.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 78- The Battle for green notes

Poem 78- The Battle for green notes

Many have travelled
To the land beyond for nothing
As they refused to be sampled
& anger saw them as a thing.

Special handshake they call it,
But those who refuse this are criminals
As every one is under this heat
Moving without brains like animals.

How did this shame stand in front?
Who legalized this unholy handshake?
Green notes takes the fore front
Leaving bus drivers to quake.

This is the untold truth
The battle for green notes
Provides pieces to loot
With swellings in the pockets & coats.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 77-Daughters of the Night

Poem 77-Daughters of the Night

I can hear their chatterings

Laden with whispers & mutterings

What has the night in stock

That it convenes heads as hawks.


Waiting for their prey

They wait, watch and pray

While flagging every vehicle

Like and ordained priest commanding great miracle.


What lies in wait for gains

Will sometime aggravate my pains

Leaving me rejected with my stories

As I apply human theories.


Nakedness is common like common salt in this place

With alluring makeovers on their face

They display their wares on fire

As they attract & heighten the buyers’ desire.


This is the story of the night in sight

Away from the daughters of the night

Seeking for their special prey

They wait, watch and pray.


Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi






Poem 76 – The Adams’s Apple

Poem 76 – The Adams’s Apple

There’s nothing wrong with me
Looking at my gleeful looks.
Everything seems okay with m,
But my thoughts looks detonated like nukes.

I think I lost my virginity
For my thoughts now judge me
As I think of memories with her laden with ability
& I believe I’m a man of dignity.

I lost my conscience today like a ripple
When she lured me with deceit for her gain,
She took away my Adam’s apple
Never again will I remain the same again.

The call her the queen of sample,
But in sampling, I lost my Adam’s apple.
Should I pray for forgiveness
Or live to regret this pain with my weakness?

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
#Virginity #Truth

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 75 – Litany of Pressure

Poem 75 – Litany of Pressure

My day begins with pressure
Pursuing my personality with traffic.
My life is devoid of little pleasure
Leaving my day so hectic.

I run everyday from my fear
Risking everything without care.
Some thoughts may elicit a tear
Leaving me to still pay my fare.

Pressure is my horrible garment
& the scorching sunshine is my companion
Leaving me boxed like a casket
With little or no opinion.

My day begins with pressure
& it’s devoid of an ounce of leisure.
This is my story laden with stress
Should I die before I get my rest?

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

Poem 74 – The Journey

Poem 74
The Journey

The mind is wicked & kind
Churning ideas that are white & black
Bringing dark memories we desire to find
& reach out to take our lives back.

Disjointed thoughts have a weapon
Speaking bogus freedom to a deranged
Child whose plans for war has been won
& memories appear mangled & raped.

The incessant fight is selfish
Bringing thoughts against each other
Waging cerebral combat with attacks so clannish
On a journey of self discovery
As shocking revelations leave in a hurry.

Check & count your cute blessings
Sing special songs without wandering
The worldly world
Wish your words in this world
Fall to the ground
& become grounded

There’s no journey better than discovery
For when discovery abound
A special heart emerges in a hurry
This is my journey with a conscience free never to be bound.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
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