What will has a
Puppet in the hands of a puppeteer?
Or of what say
Is the clay in the hands of the potter?
Is at the mercy of the creator.
The blind knows not the way he should go.
No! Except he be told by one who sees.
Many though blind through arrogance or
Ignorance seek to go ways they know not.
They stumble and fall countless times yet,
Advance to doom unknown in false beliefs.
I have been lost once yet with the
Knowledge of my destination.
I have been blind once yet with the
Awareness of what surrounds me.
Thanks to God, my destination
Draws near and my sight is restored.
Though my destination
May be sure, I know not when I’ll get there.
Though my sight is restored,
Even now, it still has not been of my eyes.
There’s a hand which shows me,
The way I should go and what things I see not.
(C) Peter Akhere
When I was still a child
Often, I wondered why
Some men have riches piled.
But some of lack do die.
Why can’t all men be rich?
And let no man be poor?
It’s for the work of each,
Reward only comes for.
When I was still so young
Often, I noticed that
Some things were just called ‘wrong’
And often frowned at.
Why can’t they just be done
And just be seen as ‘Right’?
Actions beneath the Sun
With effects come to light.
When I was just a boy
Often, I simply thought
Some days are filled with Joy
But some, sorrows unsought.
Why can’t joy always reign?
And sorrows not exist?
With changes comes some pains,
And ‘bad’ with ‘good’ is mixed.
Now I am all grown up
And my wonders differ.
The humble, God lifts up.
But the proud do suffer.
Why is with ‘fall’ pride known?
And does the meek, grace crown?
Men reap what was sown.
And the way up is down.
(C) Peter Akhere.
I was born in relatively unknown African village, in the south southern part of Nigeria. Back in those days, we didn’t have so much toys to play with. There weren’t high fences to ‘cage’ us in. In fact, there were no fences at all. As infants, we crawled on bare earth and sometimes ate of the the ‘sweet scenting’ sand. And as we grew, the sand – reddish brown earth – was our companion. We played in the sand, fought in the sand and were remarkably creative with the use of the sand. As far as the sand was concerned, there was nothing to fear – Because we were brave.
Childhood was a time of great adventure. There was nothing we couldn’t do or be and whatever our minds imagined, we gave expression to it in ways that amazed and (sometimes) terrified the adults.
Yes, the sand was our Kingdom and everything connected with it was our resources.
We were hunters, hunting grasshoppers in grown and lush grass fields.
We were actors, playing roles of ‘Father’, ‘Mother’ and children.
We were warriors, wrestling to the ‘death’ of anyone who dared challenge us to a contest.
We were chefs who could ‘cook’ the most delicious cuisines in our empty milk tins on top of our improvised ‘fireplace’.
We were movie stars too, for we could recreate and reanimate out favourite ‘Rambo’ and ‘Van Dam’ movies in the bush and uncompleted buildings.
We made pistols out of wood and made machine guns out of cocoyam stems well fitted together with broomsticks.
We scaled walls and jumped off treetops. We climbed thorny orange trees and ant-infested mango trees many times without clothes except dirty muddy pants, just to get to the fruits that our stones and sticks could not reach. We weren’t afraid of the thorns or the ants, because we were brave.
And to my personal favourite, we were ‘Olympic Medalists’ who reigned supreme in local sports and games. We would organise our teams and train ourselves in different kinds of sports ranging from high jumps to long jumps and even acrobatics (our own form of gymnastics).
I remember being a grand champion once, having become the ‘last man standing’ in our village regional contest of the one who could do any stunt that anyone else could do and yet still perform a stunt that no one else could perform.
We would mark out our competition ‘arena’ and use a spade to soften the ground by breaking them into clods and sometimes wetting it with water. We had a ‘liftoff’ constructed out of coconut branches, firmly fixed at one end of the ‘arena’ and then the games begin. We would run with maximum speed towards the ‘liftoff’ and upon takeoff, we would perform different twists and turns in the air before touching back down. If you land on your feet without falling, you scored a point, otherwise, you lost a point. And you can bet that as far those stunts went, we were fierce, we were daring and we were brave. Some would fold their hands to perform a stunt and some would even clap their hands through their styles just to be unique.
My mother would often scream at the top of her voice in fear for the safety of her dear son. She feared I might fall and break a bone and maybe lose my life. But I had no such fear and had no such care. Those were days when we were brave.
Many years have past since then and as I reminisce, I realise how much we have changed. – how much I have changed.
With the much acquired knowledge of gems and bacteria, we’re now afraid to get our hands ‘dirty’.
Now we think less of what we could do and become, and think more of what we COULDN’T do or become.
Our fear of failure restrains us more than our passion for success propels us.
And because we are afraid that if we ‘venture out’, we might lose, we focus on SAFETY. We think ‘safety’, we talk ‘safety’ and so we live (and die) in the SAFE ZONE. – Forgetting that there was a time when we were brave. Let’s be BRAVE again!
(C) Peter Akhere
Life I’ve seen is full of good, just as much as there’s evil.
It also is full of Light, just as much as there’s darkness.
Sometimes, things go so ugly as though it’s of the devil.
Such times, I often wonder with a heart in restlessness.
If only there were no wars, we would always live in peace.
With love and joy in the air, we would live in unity.
As friends in bond we would be, like couples in endless bliss.
As fights and strife will be not, a life of tranquillity.
If only there were no death, we would never have to die.
Forever we all would live, with loved ones in company.
Tears of mourning, we won’t cry, neither would we say goodbye.
Family and friends shall be, just so much and so many.
If only there were no wrongs, then we would always be right.
We would never make mistakes, nothing to be sorry for.
There would be no punishment, be it heavyweight or light.
Things well would always be done, and good news heard would be more.
If only there were no hate, we would always dwell in love.
If only there were no lies, we would always know the truth.
If only there were no lack, there would be less problems to solve.
If only things were different, perhaps our pains it would soothe
But in this do I find rest, all things in life have their place.
Unwanted as they may seem, they still try to find some use.
For perhaps if death was not, Life might be an endless race.
Where all men would run and run, with nothing to gain or lose.
(C) 2010. Peter Akhere.
Alone in the dark, he wanders.
Searching for the Light.
Awaiting the glimmer of that ray
That proceeds its arrival.
Lost within himself, he wonders,
What the missing piece might be.
Skilled in the art of puzzles,
But with square pegs for round holes.
A stitch in time saves nine.
And to every purpose, there is a time.
He must not delay,
Else, the fruit gets rotten.
Should he be too fast,
It is plucked unripe.
Still he awaits the Light,
To reveal what is hidden.
To show what must be done,
And even when to get it done.
In life’s race, you don’t stay ”in front” to win.
You stay ”on course” – On ”your” lane to obtain the prize.
In life’s race you don’t get disqualified for falling down.
You get disqualified for STAYING DOWN.
Life’s race requires more of STAMINA than SPEED – more of tenacity, persistence and staying power. Because Life’s race is more of a MARATHON than a SPRINT.
Life’s Race respects FOCUS over ABILITY, CLARITY over SKILL and DETERMINATION over STRENGTH.
In Life’s Race, you’re not competing against the other runners.
You’re competing against yourself AND Time.
So quit looking at the other runners, else you MISS YOUR STEP!
You will #SUCCEED.