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Wonderful Winds

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This sunny new day in Mexico City, I woke up dreaming of ancestral vilage squares, grandma's farm lands and drum beats from Igbo landscapes of home and inspiration. Perhaps, it's because my grandma Mercy Josaiah Ndubuisi Wachuku - my dad's mother - who died recently at the age of 91, is to be buried today in Nbawsi, Abia State, Nigeria. What an amazing journey with it's own abundant joy, blessings and trials it's been for her and for all of us in the family.  

Accordingly, to fill this ancestral yearning in my contemplative soul, I added some abiding enrichment to my river of thoughts with the following poetic reflection. It is left for you to cherish and meditate on it your own way: 

Exciting pathways and wonderful 
winds are here. Uplifting sea  
shores of hope and beauty are  
also here for you and for me:  

You are just here too with a  
serenading smile seen beyond  
lush landscapes and striking 
stars. Yet this calmness is 

Like a river bird on welcoming
streampaths of home and yesterday,  
you follow the the beat from  
heaven's waiting wind with ease.  
Like blue dolphins on this pathway  
to that blessed land in nature, 
you lead those boats back to 
shore with love unbound.  

Now, on this moonlit night  
of inspiration and oneness,  
I await your homecoming at  
that ancestral village square  
where the bountiful soul in  
you will be refreshed for that  
love of humanity in the you that  
you are. Surely, your uplifting  
sea shores of hope and beauty  
will be there. I too will be  
there, yearning, with my lighted  
bald eagle head and being.  

Your heart will unfold with  
new landscapes and gardens  
from lost ages and hidden  
treasures of the unfathomable.  
But then, in the new meaning  
that you bring to this village  
square, I'll breath of enthralling  
fountains and rising springs.  

Yet, tonight, I await the coming  
of new dawn with new meaning;  
with strength; with that sweet  
smelling flower you bring from  
heaven's heart. I'll be there  
indeed; so too will be mankind.  
We will be there awaiting your  
homecoming on moonlit pathways  
and village squares:  

When ancestral drumbeats finally  
come to us with loving bounties  
and saving smiles, we shall  
remember that you are humbly  
home because worthy wonderful  
winds are here ...  

Thank you so much for walking this meditative path with me this sunny new day. I am very grateful indeed. Do have a refreshing and blessed weekend plus days ahead. Surely, we'll meet again soon on this path of wonderful winds and uplifting drum beats from village squares of home. 

With love and very good wishes:  



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Beautiful Reflections...

Hello Ugonna,

Thank you so much for your Illuminating Poetic Reflection : "Wonderful Winds" that brought my heart, mind, and soul, to "awaken" to the winds beneath our wings that continue to live worthy wonderful winds, in the stillness.

In loving memory to your grandmother and all those we cherish and have gone before us that continue supporting and moving us to go on, blissfully, even more , now.


Catherine Nagle

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"winds beneath our wings"

Dear Catherine:

I am so grateful for your heart-felt comment on Wonderful Winds. I am even more inspired by these wonderful winds and the enriching memory of grandma. Have a refreshing weekend and blessed week ahead!

With much good wishes:


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Ugonna, Thank you for your


Thank you for your kind words about my recent post(s). I am sorry to hear about your grandmother. Your post "Wonderful Winds" is full of remarkable and buoyant peace despite what provoked it. I have been to Mexico (though never to Nigeria) and your writing brought it very tangibly back to me, the warmth and breadth of it, though it has been many years.

Best wishes,

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"...remarkable and buoyant peace ..."

Dear David:

As we take this trying and often complicated journey called life, one day at a time, your comment on my Wonderful Winds piece gives me more inspiration to keep rising with the sun each new day. GOD bless you abundantly in all that you do!

With very good wishes:


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Thank you, Ugonna!

I needed your poetry today. My 95-year-old grandmother is dying in Montana. I'm overwhelmed by how quickly time passes. Your village square takes me to a ranch in Montana. Thank you.

Julie Hooker

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Village square to a ranch in Montana


Dear Julie:  

Indeed, it's amazing and so touching to know how we human beings are connected as one big, enriching family in all that we share - a village square in Nbawsi connected to a ranch in Montana! 

You, your grandma plus your family are in my caring thoughts and prayers this trying period. I'm glad and grateful that my poetry soothed your "overwhelmed" soul. Keep well. Be joyful. And GOD bless you abundantly with that loving JESUS' peace that passes all understanding!  

With very good wishes:  




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Dear Ugonna, This is so

Dear Ugonna,

This is so beautiful! You were able to express the peacefulness within the idea of coming from nature and returning to it. The cycle of life.
When I was reading your poem I had this recurrent image in my mind of this elderly woman passing away and turning into a cloud of butterflies and birds. I wish my drawing skills were reasonable, so I could send you a sketch.



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"... from nature and returning to it ..."

Dear Luciana:

You said it so well; and powerfully too. I look forward to your sketch, hopefully. Even if you feel your drawing skills are not "reasonable", your sketch on Wonderful Winds, if you will and can, will be worth a trillion 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 and more to me, humbly!

All my very best goodwill:


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To the memory of Mercy Wachuku

When I started drawing I decided to give her a tree structure as well. Hope you don´t mind my simple lines. They´re well-meant.

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They're well-meant

Dear Luciana: 

I'm so grateful, indeed. Now I've saved your drawing in memory of Grandma Mercy - where I put my trillion 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 and more worth treasures. For you, below is a picture of Grandma Mercy: 

Grandma Mercy


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I feel honored. Thank you so

I feel honored. Thank you so much! You know, you can see women dressed like your grandmother is on the streets of Bahia, in Northeastern Brazil. They´re the Bahianas, and they sell the most delicious food! My grandfather, on my mother´s side, was from Bahia, and I used to play with little bahiana dolls when I was a child. This is such a small world! Here´s a beautiful picture of a bahiana:

Bahiana in Salvador, Brazil

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This is such a small world!


Dear Luciana:  

Respectfully, I am honoured too, for your care and kind words. Yes, it's really a small world. That's the normal traditional dress pattern of Igbo women in Eastern Nigeria [former nation of Biafra]; including women from other parts of Nigeria, West Africa plus some other parts of the African continent. Men have theirs too culturally ... 

As you know, integral to the 16th to the 18th centuries sugar economy of Bahia, was the importation of a vast number of slaves from my tribe, the Igbo people of Eastern Nigeria region plus the rest of West Africa, etc. They took their pattern of dressing, culture and traditions with them. More than 37% of all slaves taken from Africa were sent to Brazil, mostly to be processed in Bahia before being sent to work in plantations elsewhere in the country. That's why today, Brazil has the largest population of black origin outside the continent called Africa.  

We all as human beings created in GOD Allsufficient's image are all one blood family. And the fact that your grandfather, on your mother´s side was from Bahia brings things closer home. Who knows, your maternal grandfather's ancestors, male or female, could have been some of those slaves from my Igbo tribe of Eastern Nigeria! Now, that's something to really ponder on, gladly:  It's such a small world indeed, as you said ... 

In the following photos album link, my Mom: Sylvia Ada Wachuku is wearing the same pattern of dress: http://www.care2.com/c2c/photos/view/238/702581388/298275225/Mummy.jpg.html  

Also, in the photo below, from right, Grandma Mercy, Auntie 'Eze [green], my Mom [pink and blue] are all wearing the same mode of dress we've been talking about:

 Madu Kennedy Wachuku 

 With loving good wishes:  




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  Ugonna, This blog post is



This blog post is a beautiful tribute to your grandmother.  Your poem sent me peace and an invitation to the village.  I've never been to Mexico City or Africa, but your drumbeats encouraged me along the path.  I got to the square, and to my surprise, your grandmother sat waiting, wearing a gorgeous African dress.  The kind of outfits I always admired but never knew anyone who actually knew anything about it.  I'm excited.

Thank you for the poem, the history, and this conversation.   

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They´re beautiful women,

They´re beautiful women, Ugonna. I love the wise expression in your mother´s face.

My maternal grandfather´s ancestors, the Cardosos, belong to another group that was brought forcibly to this country: new christians, the forcibily converted jews.  In order to save their lives they converted to catholicism, were expelled from Portugal, and were brought to the "colony" to live among the "savages" in Northeastern Brazil.

Brazilian History has many shameful aspects, and slavery is among them. But if there´s any beauty that can come out of so much sorrow, it is the fact that we inherited a little of the courage and the joy of the African soul. It has helped us a lot through the many tribulations we´ve been through. For that, and for building the basis of what Brazil is today, that we´re indebted forever to Africa. 


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your drumbeats encouraged me along


Indeed, Keiko dear:

I'm hugely inspired by your striking use of the imagination in terms of your visit to my village square plus your encounter with grandma Mercy!

Thank you so much for taking the time to go through this conversation; and being a soulfully enriching part of it. I am very grateful.  

Have a wonderful and refreshing day!  


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"... joy of the African soul ..."

You put it joyfully brilliant as well, Luciana. I'm also extremely glad to learn about your ancestors.

In all the heart wrenching pain plus sorrow of humankind's past and present, I thank GOD Almighty that we can still be upheld and elivened by that "courage and the joy of the African soul" which you mentioned.

Notably too, I am uplifted by your statement: "I love the wise expression in your mother´s face." Additionally, she is truly a very patient woman; and from her, I learnt the essence of patience, amongst other virtue, on this often complicated and trying journey called life.


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Grandmother Mercy

Ugonna, I hope I will have the opportunity to meet Grandmother Mercy when I pass onto the next step. I would have been so happy to have spent time with her and thank goodness your family had her in your life for 91 years.

I was struck by the words "ancestral drumbeats" because not only do they give a visual context to your poem but also sound. They are the heartbeat.

In Greece the drumbeat is very important when dancing traditional songs. The melody of the song may be repetitive but that's because of the importance of the rhythm of the dance, the cooperation of dancing in a line with other dancers and the connection to the ancestors of Crete.

Crete is connected historically to Africa. I'm disappointed that reaching Africa from here is not easy. Modern times and modern technology doesn't always translate into easier communication between continents although they are only separated by a small sea.

Thank you for the photos of your family. Your mother looks like a strong woman (and beautiful). I would like to learn how to wear a headdress like the women wear. It's a crown of cloth. I would like to wear one, too.

You and Luciana have told us a wonderful history lesson. Nothing is more surprising than true stories.

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Wonderful History Lesson


Wow! Vicki, I am amazed at your great notice and understanding of the historical significance plus human connection in the truth and reality of the continental stories Luciana and I brought up in our Wonderful Winds conversation!  

Yes, Vicki, I hope too that you'll have the opportunity of meeting Grandma Mercy according to your wish. We were surely blessed to have had her in the life of our family for 91 years.

Crucially, as you mentioned, there is truly some meaningful connection between the ancient drums of Greece and that of my African ancestry. In my Igbo tribe, drums, apart from music, are also used as tools of communication in the villages.  

Gladly, I am struck in the soul by the following words of yours painfully explicating the ironic limitations of technology in our modern human world: 

"Crete is connected historically to Africa. I'm disappointed that reaching Africa from here is not easy. Modern times and modern technology doesn't always translate into easier communication between continents although they are only separated by a small sea." 

It's a joy to know of your appreciation of the included photos of some of my family. And I pray you'll get to meet my Mom soon - to learn how to wear those wrappers and tie the head-dress. Note that the man next to my Mom, in dark gray cloth and white collar,  is my wonderful Dad. I did not mention it earlier. 

Let me then wish you and your family, there in Crete, a refreshing weekend. Be joyful. And Keep well. And let's keep taking this trying, joyful and often devastating journey called life one-day-at-a-time!     



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A worthy tribute

Thank you Ugonna for the sharing the link to this very worthy tribute to your paternal grandmother Mercy Josaiah Ndubuisi Wachuku. I salute these lines because they are not merely mournful but sing hymns and psalms of inspiration, hope, joy, and spiritual honor.

I only knew my maternal grandmother and she passed away more than two decades ago, when she was 94, yet for some reason I found myself meditating upon a picture of her towards the end of last year and then on New Year's Day 2009 woke up to write a poem called Photographed Light of My Grandmother's Soul. Those who wish to read it may do so at this link:


Thank you again for sharing these illuminated lines.

author of The American Poet Who Went Home Again
and Encyclopedia of the Harlem Renaissance (Facts on File)

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I salute these lines ...


Indeed, Aberjhani, reading about your Grandma Elsie Mary Bell Griffin has made my week this new day. I appreciate the opportunity to know about her through the link you provided.

Accordingly, your salute of thiis Wonderful Winds tribute to my Grandma Mercy, is especially welcome and cherished by me.

I am inspired and touched by the thought of knowing that you rightly captured the meaning and soulful truth of my tribute in the following words: 

"I salute these lines because they are not merely mournful but sing hymns and psalms of inspiration, hope, joy, and spiritual honor."  

Notably, I am very grateful for your taking the time to comment on Wonderful Winds and Granda Mercy! Please, let's keep those "illuminated lines" brilliantly burning in our hearts as we move forward on this joyful and also trying plus often sad journey called life. Keep well, my dear brother in human experience!