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Dear Reader,
Welcome to a space where words find meaning and stories breathe life. I am honored to share this journey with you, one that begins at the very heart of who I am.
To launch this platform, I have chosen to share a piece that holds deep significance to me—a poem titled “Where I Am From.” It is a reflection of my roots, my journey, and the many layers of identity that shape me. Through this poem, I invite you to glimpse the essence of my origin and the lens through which I view the world.
This platform is a quiet unveiling of my heart, and while much remains in the works, I look forward to sharing more with you as the time unfolds. For now, I hope “Where I Am From” speaks to you, inspires you, and perhaps even prompts you to reflect on your own origins and stories. Thank you for being here, for reading, and for journeying with me.
With gratitude,
Chineme Love Ajah
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WHERE I AM FROM POEM
I am from the River Iyi Akwa whose sharp and fast dance moves can
snatch a baby off its mother’s hand,
From a single tree log bridge Oforo whose slippery body can send both,
Young and old into the surgeon’s office for sutures,
During New Yam festival season.
I am from the Bee Tree – Apuanu
From Item, from Abia State, From Nigeria
Where day and night belongs to boys & men
I am from Iroko tree
Whose long neck stretches longer than the giraffe
I am from flower,
From red roses and white lilies that
Only grows for the house deed.
I am from the kitchen,
From mama Lucy,
And Ogbonne where the aroma of akara and akamu
Hug you out of bed on Sunday mornings.
I am from kindness and be your brother’s keeper (onye aghala nwanneya),
From o nuru ube nwanne agbala oso (love your neighbor as yourself),
I am from charity begins at home.
I am from Ojingwa (Fashionable or Stylish person),
From. Red lipstick and high heels,
I am from confidence, my mother.
I am from J.I.O
The only child that gave birth to a crowd,
From the masquerade drummer and dancer,
From the hand that makes the masquerade drum speak until the deaf hears,
I am from the hand that lulls the Ikoro drum to sleep on New Yam festival
and Ojonkwu day,
I am from masquerade costume designers.
I am from school, from the book, and visual library,
Where the books and dictionary chase the villagers,
I am from the encyclopedia writers,
I am from my father.
I am from church and Sunday school,
Where choir practice and Bible study meet every Saturday,
I am from Jesus LOVES me for my Bible tells me so,
I am from the small house that houses BIG PEOPLE,
From eating from the same plate and drinking with one cup.
I am from my father and mother
Where we pledge allegiance to the Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want every morning,
I am from perseverance, resilience, and adaptability,
From against all odds,
I am an overcomer, a VICTOR, and not a victim.
I am from the scars of my life has given me,
From all of that and we are not perfect,
And I love the scars my life has given me,
I proudly wear my life,
I am my LIFE.
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