Tony Cemaluk
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She did not hire hands,
She became the hands.
Carton upon carton,
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PROMISE not pounded yam when you can't
pound pounded yam; worst, under oath,
when you can, but compromise instead to pound cocoyam.
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She fought a war without war weaponry,
No gun, no sword, no army at her gate.
Planting season,1974.
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She marched, rather than wandered.
She marched in the wilderness of Widowhood
without windows of hope, of help.
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School taught me how to read,
Life taught me how to see.
Common sense is not common,
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For close to four decades,
It has stood on marble.
Not on sand.
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They said Nwanyi can't do this,
Can't eat that,
Can't own this,
Can't mount that.
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They buried a man, Malukwuo, in planting season,1974,
But they planted the heir, Cemaluk.
Death buried him to sleep,
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They thought the compound fell
Because its walls were low and loose,
Because its gates were wooden and weak,
Because its zinc had rust and dust.
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She did not hire carriers.
She became the carrier.
And I became the carrier, too.
We became the carriers.
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The lights dimmed one by one,
as we held hands in the dark, one last time,
no goodbye — only quiet of silence,
grip loosed, left our cold, feeble hands
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HE sees our pure heart,
Not our poor pocket.
He weighs intention, not income.
He hears the heart, not the hype.
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Not total domination — Just total devotion.
They gave me six slots, I gave them my soul.
Mama said: Don't scatter. So I wrote until
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Not coin in pocket — but coin in tongue.
Cemaluk did not mint gold, he minted meaning.
They said define it — He lived it.
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He died defending truth,
In planting season,1974.
Forty-one years, so strong, so true,
Eze Malukwuo Okwe!
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He was thirteen,
Not man, not child,
Palm-wine still fresh in his father's gourd
When the tree took him.
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They did not come with cutlass,
They came with minutes.
They did not break the gate,
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Do not wrestle in the square,
That is how Diokpala loses.
The market loves noise,
Ancestors love record.
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Allowed Anomaly,
Rooted.
Not in shrine,
In sitting room.
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Tony Cemaluk Biography
Son of Chief EzeMalukwuo, Onwurah Nwoye Egbuonu & Mrs Cecilia Ekwubisionu Malukwuo Egbuonu(nee Ugbo) and the author of Life alive encomium, echoes of An Amazing Amazon as well as articles on coffee Arabica leaf decoction formula, JohnU Tisane. Author of Echoes of An Amazing Amazon ODNNNN (. https: //selar.com/7667713595.) He is a reputable Nutritional and Toxicological Biochemist and Molecular Biochemist with a passion for poems and desire to be counted among poets. This serves to document my modest contribution to pathos poetic world. The collection, a product of original thought, spanned many years and, traversed vast areas of human endeavour, including history and metaphysics. Not trained in prose writing, it may not withstand critics lens. Nevertheless, many of the contents will entertain, educate and elevate many. #Tony-Cemaluk #TonyCemaluk #ChineduCemaluk #CEMALUK
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Son Of The Woman Who Carried Cartons And Carried Destiny
She did not hire hands,
She became the hands.
Carton upon carton,
From that one-room store -
The only inheritance her husband left,
Not gold, not lands in excess,
But provision. And vision.
Morning saw her at Eke, Afor, or Nkwo,
All Igbo market days baring Oye without base within Ojoto and Umuoji.
Evening saw her on the road trudging home,
Cartons kissing her head-tie,
Sweat anointing her wrapper,
Pride stitched to her sole.
'Why not hire a barrow man? '
They asked.
She answered with footsteps -
Step and pace, increased
Each step a savings,
Each sweat a school fee,
Each pace a pacesetter novel,
Each carton a covenant:
'School is your father.'
She carried Milo, she carried faith,
She carried Bournvita, she carried tomorrow,
On that head that refused to bend in bow.
O! What a sight -
Nwanyi ka nwoke, lean like whip but stout like soldier,
Ochie dike with cartons for crown,
Trading not just goods,
But trading grief for grit.
She carried us,
Before we knew we were being carried.
And each market road still remembers the rhythm
Of the Amazon who refused help,
So her son would never need help.
I AM CEMALUK - son of the woman who carried cartons and carried destiny.
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Essence ends with expression.
To live, be dead to public opinion.
Reduce but promote reaction and proaction, respectively.
The moment I died in you, you died in me. Tony Cemaluk#Chinedu Cemaluk #CEMALUK
GAG YOUR MOUTH OR IT GAGS YOU BEYOND IT Did and Supported can never mix; One does, the other clicks. You can't bottle fire in a paper cup — Active will break the bottle. Doers do. Supporters support. Never confuse both.
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