Chudi Conleth Anya

Minneapolis, MN, USA

DOB: September 5, 194, Ekwereazu, Mbaise, Nigeria
Parents: Pius and Theresa Anyamkpele Amaefule
Marriage: Beatrice Anya; September 3, 1978
Children: Anayo, Uloaku, Uchenna
Ed.: NCE—University of Nigeria Nsukka at AICE Owerri
Major: English/French
Occup.: Real Estate Landlord; Work with SCIMED-BS, Med. Equip.
Memb.: President, Sigma Club; Mbaise Youth Assoc.; Drama Club Owerri; Currently President, Obinwanne Mbaise Minnesota; Features Editor, "The Comet;" Sec. Teacher's Union—Aririba
Hon.: Radio/TV Newscaster and Program Producer of the Year; Winner, French Scholarship "Anne Scolaire"
Oth. Writ.: Several magazine articles; Letters to the Editor; Memoranda to Constitution Drafting Committee; internet publications; several poems; currently working on a book
Pers.: Human life is not a gift we merely have to accept, it is a task placed before us, it is an assignment and must be lived as such.

Man

Man, beauty of creation
despair of invention.
Man, end of cosmic evolution
proof of spiritual emanation.
Man, truly akin to nature
truly transcending nature.
Man, too many sided,
too little known
perfectly uniting the known
and unknown.
Man, impasse of philosophy
puzzle of theosophy.
Man, for ever perfecting
for ever beginning.
Man, mysterious and reason
confounding, of animal descent
confuting. Man, creation of the
sixth day, not animal of a later day
to be medically hi-tech abused,
made in a matrix and mass produced.
Will you man-in-the-mass become
Or will they let you just be you.

Reality

Reality, really real or really denied,
Duly upheld or wantonly maligned?
What does denigrate empirical actuality?
What does constitute absolute reality?

Is it the solemn fantasy of the retired intellectual?
Or the brutal activity of the hardened criminal.
A piece of pantomime badly written?
Or the orderly inclusion of things forbidden.

Is it the preemptive clear vision of the perfectionist?
Or the embarrassed ambivalence of the dualist.
The dogged resolution of the astute politician?
Or the meek resignation of the battered proletarian.

Does reality enjoy uncompromised identity?
Or does it endure an awkward anonymity.
Are dream events part of existential realities?
Are shifting images blue prints of possibilities.

Is it real in a relationship to seek catharsis?
Or is it merely for convenience and symbiosis.
Is reality really experiential?
Or is reality illusory, only virtual.

On Death

In common parlance death comes as the end
But the quip doth fail the message to send
For death is the season of a life without end
And it is the reason for our lives to mend.

Purely material creation is but earth bound
But the human being is hell or heaven bound.
Making repentance a choiceless mandate by hour eleven
To even get to purgatory, half way home to heaven.

By the sense of annihilation, death is daunting,
By the mere finality of this thing, terrifying.
A sudden end to who you are and all you know
A sudden entry into a dimension you do not know.

Yet the repose of the body laden with transgression
Yet the relief of the soul riddled with flagellation,
A peaceable sleep in the bosom of mother nature
Irrevocable step in the region of the human future.

All life by thought of death is cravenly petrified
So by thought of life, though with charter indemnified.
Ambiguous situation, afraid to live, afraid to die
what paradox! born to die, please tell me why.