Ugochi Ugwuanyi's Blog

Ọnuma  Ọnuma eeeee, ọnuma oooooo,  Arụ na-emezi eeeeeeeeeeee, People are dying ooooooooooooo Nigeria aaaaaa Arụ na-emezi iiiiiiiiiiiiiii From the north, the east, the south and the west Arụ na-emezi iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii People are dying, Christians are killed, The herdsmen are prowling, Jihad is going on Yet, our leaders for their own benefits  They say nothing is happening  They say no one is dying  On Monday Nkechi Nwụrụ  Tuesday, peter's family is wiped out, Wednesday it's Benue , Farmers are hiding, Thursday it's Enugu , thousands are slaughtered, On Friday, Ebonyi is weeping, herders are killing us, Saturday it's Kaduna , non-believers are dying On Sunday it's Owo , That churches are burning.  Onumaaaaaa, onumaaaaaaa, One Nigeria aaaa, One Nigeriaaa,  One Nigeria aaaaaa, one Nigeria aaaaaa, The Muslims are shouting  Because Trump is threatening, Onye ka a na-akọrọ  Who are we deceiving?  To make the matters worstest  BBC i...

   You are the deal. The real shit.  You. In dark and fair. Tall and white. Limping and walking. Talking and dumb. Whole and unwhole You are who you say are.  You are what you believe you are.  Maka Onye kwe, chi ye ekwe.  Why then let people turn you around, toss you about, up and down, right and left, back and forth, efe gi akwa!  Why let the mere words of a human like you,  Birthed from the same canal as everyone else, Cause you live miserably for life, Onyedi ka ha bu! Esi be fa eje be Onye?  What is the worst they can do?  Talk?  Na today we start to dey talk?  Nwanne, ife di oku ga-emachakwanu oyi.  You no get A no mean say your life don kpai! Because you fit C and you fit get Z, All get na get. 

Kings. Queens.  We are called differently Different people, different cultures, Amazons in giant and dwarf bodies, Royalty each and every one of us in our right!  For the Igbos will always say, N'ibu eze bu na be gị!   That your are king, is in your home!  Thus you can be a cleaner, a doctor, a plumber... You can be a carpenter, a painter, a lawyer.... You can be anything there is Provided it enhances humanity,  And yet be king, in your own right!  Seeth never a clown that became known through out ages?  Has history nothing about success  And the various people that have marked their names in sands of time?  All these people, were they all called the same way?  So why strive to be what you are not?  Why trouble thyself to be number 2, 3, 4, 5... When you can be number 1?   001 in your right!  Or you think the creator in his omniscient wonder  Was stupid to have said to earth,  "Oh thou earth be ye colou...

 Ruggedity is the impetus that creates the difference It is the horse upon which the high and mighty mount to fly Ephata!  Taliiiii tacumi! Success will meet you not while you cower and hide?  You must meet it halfway.  And right from the days of the old heaven suffereth violence And only the violence taketh it by force!  In time of peace be their peace,  And in time of war show them that lion begeth not a goat.  Maka asi agwọ emeghị ihe ọ ji bụrụ agwọ ụmụaka ewere ya ke nkụ.  From Abraham, to David, to Cleopatra, to Caeser, Jesus, and Paul,  Ndị nna nna anyị fa, The people of the old for which you associate their names with greatness, Who amongst them was ever noted for success by cowardice?   Ngwanu kunie,  The battle line is drawn.  You either put on your jungle booth, Matching straightforward, head on  Into the war field, determined to tumble the rumble... Or,  You remain where you are, Stunted, wasted. Becau...

Dear children, Darling children of mine, the stalks of my very vine, beauty of my youth, testaments of my existence, how are you doing? How is the shore of  the unknown buried in the waters of my womb treating you? I know you are fine; you cannot be "unfine" for that is a term associated with the realm of the Earth, a realm you are yet to land on.  Marvelous children, while you wait to explore this space, I would love to, from time to time expose you to the human nature, in order that when you finally arrive, you may not be taken aback.  Today, I would tell you a story. Once upon a time in my childhood days, I had a friend who switches up on me for no particular reason. This moment, we are playing and laughing, the next moment, she is ignoring me.  Everytime she did this, confused me would follow her wherever she went, wanting to win her friendship back. Ironically enough, in all the moments I followed her around, I knew I had done nothing to deserve the way she tre...

Photo credit: Gettyimages.  In my teenage years, I remember wanting to have acnes on my face. Yes. You know, in those years (and even now still), I had this small body. Or maybe, let's just say, I was in class with people who looked more mature than I was.  In those years, among my peers, signs of maturity were not just in hips and bursts.They were also in the spotted marks here and there on your face, a testimony of acnes that have come and gone. Those times having a small body seemed like a curse. Where your peers go to and are respected, go there, your case would certainly be different, because you will not just be called a child, you will also be treated as one. And of course, at this time, we wanted to be adults more than the adults.  But, there was a slight variation though for some other people. These ones, they had small bodies, no obvious shape anywhere, and then they had pimples. For these ones, when it was time to argue on who was older and who was not, or prob...