Ali Jude Uchenna
Consul from Ebonyi State , Nigeria
Ali Jude Uchenna is a young painter born into the family of Mr and Mrs James Amah, in Akiyi Nkalagu Ishielu L.G.A Ebonyi Nigeria. Ali is a young bard, a researcher, a lyricist, a wordsmith, and also constructive critic already affecting the world positively with his powerful and therapeutic ink. Uchenna as an international award winning author, has gotten over twenty powerful medals in the field of global literature, these include a Bronze medal from mottivational strips India, a Golden globe medal from Maria Elena Vincente, Las Vegas, Certificate of excellence from Dr Jose Agonzales, Cuban American Cultural Festival, and a Diploma de Honour from Moises Aguilar.
VALUE OF LITERATURE
Like a distant mirror
Accross the horizon
Reflecting life and it's meaning
Standing as a weapon against injustice
To subdue the terror that dwells within
Speaking love, peace' and harmony
And uplifting the power of cosmic togetherness...
One man in diverse genre
A PROSE that educates the mind
A DRAMA that entertains the heart
And a POETRY that waters the soul
And speaks for every voices wallowing
perambulating in the wilderness...
Literature is an oracle!
A sacred god that perforate the heart
of the wicked, and heals the souls of
the depressed, with a painful truth Gushing down from the brush of painters, The centre of truth, where the voices of the dumbs are heard loudly....
Like a tree of Vine
That sprout and stands Divine
To exhibit the love of a Dove
Fruit it gives to human and animal
Shade it gives to every creatures
To cover them from the crazy and scorching sunlight........
It's a friend beyond friend!
And a brother beyond brotherhood,
Ask those comedy films that made
you smile, that moment you were angry,
If they aren't a good friend?
Literature isn't just a mirror of life
It's life, and life itself
We are born in it just as it
was born dwelling in us......
Yesterday is a history literature
Today is a visible literature
And tomorrow lies another literature
That stands as company to mankind
and mother Earth.....
Literature is the WORLD
The WORLD is Literature
And the world remains void
without Literature.
TRAFFIC IN THE GATE OF HELL
Behind a vision
Not even a fiction
I saw a phantom
On a steedy motion
To an unknown destination
With zeal and desperation....
Like the world is under destruction
Like the Earth is under devastation
But before a junction
Full of uction and functions
I saw a pretty angel
On a white apparel
Could this be I'm out of bed?
Could it be I'm down and dead?
Was my spirit harmed,
By the invisible armed man?
Then I asked if there's a rest-house
Then I asked If there's any restaurant
Where I could get some food
Where I can buy some fruit....
For inside me i'm hungry........
And outside me I'm angry.......
But he pointed towards a boundary
With a lot of people, that could form
a country!
Then I thought I've got to wembling,
Where I could sit and watch Man City
Defeat Man Chester...
But it was a land for no man to hail!
A juncture that connects heaven to hell
Then I checked my back
To run back home like jack.....
But there lies no road nor track
Everywhere is now a trap....
Then I cried to the angels,
To permit me through the gate of heaven, For a traffic jam' lies in the gate of hell
But he said I am dirty,
And can't enter the city!
I searched for purgatory
To apply for purification,
But there was no purgatory!
But couldn't find purgatory o' man!
Then I asked if I could return to earth
To make my ways right, and give my
life to Christ...
But a voice came! sprang and bang!
Go back to the earth, tell the world to repent!
To amend their ways!
For hell is reall, and heaven is reall
But there Is no space in the gate of hell!
For the numbers for sinners
Trooping in every day as spirits!
Are far beyond the number of saints!
Tell them!, O' please tell them!
For it shall profit a man nothing,
To inherit the earth and loose his soul.
WHAT IS LIFE?
Life is but a living
cadaver....
A dead man that lies
in the casket of time
Like a blue quill on a
blue paper.....
Beautiful but
meaningless.....
Like a rainbow across
the horizon....
Beautiful it entails!
Like a diamond before
the twilight...
Beautiful it dwells!
But where does thy beauty
dwells with time?
O' where does thy true color
lies tomorrow?
Under the hungry mouth
of the invisible armed man
Beneath the stomach of the
red Earth......
To fertile the land,
And to feed the termite.
©® Ali Jude Uchenna.
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