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IKE UDE-CHIME:
Artist, Musician, Writer
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Ike Chime Speaks
In this video, Ike Chime lets us into his life, his works, his aspirations.
Courtesy of Elvis Fuamba
Now available:
Music for Meditation
Find your inner calm and self by relaxing to the sounds Ike Ude-Chimes meditative music.
Organic/Vegan, cruelty-free = No skins, no strings 🌱
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Listen to a short sample of Ike´s upcoming meditative music. Beautifully played on Urdu, Hang Drum and Tongue Steel Drum:
WARCHILD OF BIAFRA
A story of war and peace and how the bell tolls for a young Ike Ude-Chime to been drawn into one of the 20th century's most cruel wars.
"Ike Chime delivers a tour de force with this work. His recollections of his war-time experiences are vested with a uniqueness of his situation at the cusp of manhood at the time. Chime distills complex and harrowing events into a clear, lucid narrative. Once again, this is an important addition to Civil War historiography - kudos."--
Ed Emeka Keazor BL FRSA
Alto Historical Media
Read Ike´s amazing story grab his book now.
A lived experience of recent African history, amazingly told with great humanity by Ike Ude-Chime.
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Personal Note by Ike Ude-Chime:
“I am deeply saddened. In rude shock. I cannot believe that he is gone.
At the beginning of this month I tried reaching you on my request for your endorsement of my up and coming book via messenger and could not get a reply until after some weeks when you asked to send you an email. I did and after a few days you wrote back saying that we need to talk.
I called you immediately. That was when you broke the sad news to me about your struggle with cancer of the stomach.
I was so sad to hear that and told you to hang in there and stay strong and that by the Grace of God this will blow over. Hardly did I know that it will be the last time I will hear your lovely encouraging voice.
The following day you sent me a blurb, endorsed my book.
I told my kids about it all and we prayed that you will get well soon.
I remember our last meeting at the hotel lobby in Helsinki when you last visited and asked me to bring the kids over. Your encouraging words, was more than gold to them.
But now you are gone, never to come back again. My Igbo bro, for that’s what you call me, so I will not see you again.
I pray God to give your lovely wife and children the fortitude to bear your exit, and same goes to your aging mother.