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 judgement.
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.

(For Late Justice Chukwudifu Oputa)

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
06-05-2014

Reviewer –  Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia- Enwemuche

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 arounda 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. Intriging, 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 offences 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 grave side 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 maybe on trial on scale and balances, I was held spell bound 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 anchors on honesty.

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

The author, Maxwell Onyemaechi Opia-Enwemuche can be reached on mail: maxwellenwemuche@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 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

Sacrifices Abound

There’s always a sacrifice 
A man is always involved in this sacrifice

For human revolution and evolution,  Adam came forth

To build our faith to capacity,  Isaac came forth

To redeem the world, Jesus was sent for this course

That he may destroy every curse. 
Sacrifices abound and we’re taking steps

Be that man that’ll order your children’s steps

Fulfill destiny by playing your own part

And the Lord will light up your children’s path. 
Happy father’s day to all the father’s here

Thank your wives for bringing a breathe of fresh air… 

 

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©18-06-2017

Is Beauty a Threat?

Is Beauty a Threat?

Once upon a time in a quiet town of Isokolo, there lived a beautiful damsel called Itohan. She was so pretty that eligible bachelors of the village were afraid to approach her. Her beauty sparkles like the diamond of Arabia. Rumours had it that she reincarnated the goddess of beauty, Avosimkwu in Isokolo.

Itohan desired to be loved by an able-bodied man of Isokolo, but none cared to come around her. Her beauty is like that of a mermaid from Kuramo beach in Lagos in the present day Nigeria in West Africa. I guess this beauty scares the men of Isokolo away from her.

The entire situation continued for years until she met a hunter along the road as she went to the village stream. Ikwuakor is a young handsome hunter who crisscrosses forests in search of exotic grass cutters. He kept on coming to that forest with a planned meeting place to see Itohan. They became familiar with each other as the day elapsed with lovely conversation spicing up each encounter. Ikwuakor desired to know Itohan more so as to tell her his intentions towards her.

“I am from Adaziukwu village, two villages away from Isokolo. I will sincerely say that I have never seen anyone as beautiful like you, Ikwuakor said as he gave his maiden that funny look of love jostling to burst forth.

“Kindly tell me, are you a princess?” He inquired further.

“Not at all,” Itohan responded with an alluring smile revealing her seductive gap tooth.

“I am just an ordinary villager in Isokolo who desires an able bodied man just like any other maiden in this village to love me and spend the rest of his life with me,” She added as she gesticulates with gusto.

With these words, Ikwuakor’s heart leaped for joy and he promised to see her again without hesitation before the next market day as he left for Adaziukwu village.

After the two lovebirds saw each other for four full moons, they were already in love with each other inseparable. He further promised to bring along his people to Isokolo for the payment of her bride price and take her for a wife.

It was all pomp and glee as the entire Isokolo was agog with personalities from within and outside the village who came to graze the occasion between Itohan and Ikwuakor, the ceremony that would make them one in the eyes of the gods in Isokolo. They were later joined according to the tradition of Isokolo in the presence of able-bodied men of Isokolo.

“Amidst the celebration of joy, there abound other side attractions that are always common in a celebration of such.  My attention was drawn to a man who stood beside one of the canopies,” Okoro said as he narrated.

“Oh my God! I have fancied this Itohan from a distance, but lacked the needed courage to speak to her,” Isiaki said.

“She would have been my wife even as we speak,” Isiaki said as he speaks to Okoro who nodded in affirmative to console him.

The couple lived happily ever after in the land of Adaziukwu village.
Moral Lesson

Always be outspoken for words neatly spoken produce visible results than those concealed to be spoken at a perfect time that may never come. Express your love anytime, anywhere, every time and everywhere.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

maxxzymusdapoet@gmail.com
©15-06-2016

Itohan

If You Believe 

My spirit is strong

and my mind is highly positive.

I believe I can fly away

to a place where fear is like a dew.

I dare the impossible

because I believe in possibility.

You may doubt a miracle,

but believe me before seeing my ability.

If you believe,

everything is possible.

I simply believe

because I dare the impossible.

Only believe

and you’ll live.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell  Onyemaechi

©13-06-2017

Soaring Forever (1)

Soaring Forever (1)

Like an eaglet, she was born

With talents to become great.

Challenges besieged her, but excellence was born.

There’s a funny voice shouting, “You’re born to be great.”
From the ancient city of Benin

Comes the story of an academic colossus

A school set aside with an attitude of winning

An academic haven with the strength of a unicorn, a rare horse.
So many great minds have sucked your breast

Great scholars, you’ve made out of us.

Now everyone wants to suck from your academic breast

The world is indeed celebrating us.
I know greatness when I see one

I have seen greatness, not in one, but all.

I can hold my stand and speak as a wise one.

My tutelage and guidance make me stand tall.
Without stress, I dominate everywhere

Setting the pace like my teachers told me.

Speaking knowledge like fresh air

For I’ve got it jostling inside of me.
Semper et Ubique Fidelis our motto says

As being faithful always and everywhere pays.

Speak to me like the eagle surmounting airways

As I pledge to be faithful always in all my ways.
I represent a college with grandeur

I represent wisdom laden with splendour

I represent greatness packaged with gold

I speak lofty ideas like wisdom of old
I’m an ICCOBITE laden with grace

I belong to ICCOBA and I’ll sing her praise…

I’m the Immaculate Conception College

A place where we attain the impossible by going over the edge

As we keep soaring

We keep winning as we keep our flag flying.
We sing our motto always, “Semper et ubique Fidelis”

Always and everywhere be faithful and show peace.
Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©21-11-2016

Soaring Forever (2)

Soaring Forever (2)

Eagles are born different from chickens

They look upwards into the skies.

They may have claws like that of chickens,

But not for earthworms and contaminated spice.
We were trained with the foresight of an eagle

To challenge our potentials beyond ourselves

To cause academic uproar greater than the sound of a beagle.

Study hard to show yourselves…
Mediocrity was never allowed into the school

As vultures were treated as outlaws.

Our uniforms shone brightly like the Indian wool

As discipline was given a strong place in the laws.
Four houses created them for us

That we may compete for glory

And shine forth like the unicorn, a rare horse, before us

Now I can relish great moments with a story
Memories are breath taking

With Mulumba house and Bishop Kelly

The fun remained firm without shaking 

With Porres  house and Kizito house.
I’ve got my eyes up in the skies

For there my dreams begin to fly

As I see greatness before my eyes 

To spend time with wisdom as I fly.
Forever appeared before us yesterday

And now our today speaks volume into our tomorrow.

The future begins today like we chatted yesterday.

In deed, the magical wand of discipline defined our tomorrow.
The eagle does not have much friends

For they they look upwards into the skies

Defining the moment alone without friends

And surpassing dreams with futuristic eyes.

There’s no end to my greatness

Because I’m an ICCOBITE

I fly like an eagle to define greatness.

I speak of my root as an ICCOBITE
Long live ICCOBA

I know that the spirit of an eagle lives in our OBA*
Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi

©01-12-2016
*OBA-  Is the traditional ruler of the ancient Benin kingdom known and addressed as the Oba Ewuare II is an ICCOBITE.

The Spirit of June 12

The Spirit of June 12

Like rumour that spread quickly
Filtering into the airspace like radio wave
Renting the atmosphere with ominous tale
The unexpected had happened
The wonderful hand of fate has been overturned
The cheers are now turned into tears
Scampering feet losing lives everywhere
They said the worse has happened
Annulment was the common word hoisted as flag
Flagging down every form of address to the wannabe
Bashorun MKO Abiola’s mandate has been overturned
The victory has been turned into history
Active mouths were gagged never to speak
Silence pervaded the land like never before
In our minds lives the spirit of June 12
This day is sacred to me and I reminisce
Thinking of the spirit of June 12

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi
©12-06-2017

#TheSpiritOfJune12
#Hope’93
#KeepingThePeopleTogetherInOneSpirit

The Courage of A Woman 

The Courage of A Woman

There’s no point mincing words here
the greatness of all men came from a woman
It all started long time ago right here
When the woman came forth from the man
Inseparable they braced up the challenge  there
Springing forth surprises for the man
The apple tree was just there
To make him realize himself as a man
Greatness did not just happen here
It took the courage of a woman

Opia -Enwemuche Maxwell Onyemaechi 
©11-06-2017