The Book of Caleb

By Chukwudi C. Udejinegwo

Born in Onitsha Nigeria, a 4-year-old boy by the name of Chukwudi migrates to America with his mother and sister and almost completely loses his identity in the American institutionalized school system. Along with the peer pressure to look, talk, walk and live American, and fueled by media propaganda, it takes Chukwudi fifteen years before he reconnects with the Spiritual umbilical cord of Africa and another seven years before he frees his mind from the shackles "the land of the free" chained him to.

Take an eight month journey with Chukwudi from May 1 of 2011 to December 29 of the same year and feel the turbulence on this fast track acceleration to self awareness when Spiritual consciousness is fed up with knocking at ones door and bust through mental levies like the waters of Hurricane Katrina.

Travel through the mind of a once-brainwashed immigrant who was forced to pledge his allegiance to a foreign countries agenda. Feel the fire when the mind gets higher and then feel the blaze that brings the mental barbwires down to a glistening glaze. Take a hard look at the well-planned out maze that put some clueless families in a permanent daze. See how having inner-peace, love, and joy soothes pain. Know what breaks the evil hypnotic gaze. Then marvel at how the crawling caterpillar becomes a beautiful, aerial, multicolored, vibrant butterfly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 11, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481722902

Chukwudi C. Udejinegwo

Chukwudi Caleb Udeh was born in Nigeria but moved to the United States at the age of 4 with his mother and one of his sisters. It did not take long for Chukwudi to realize that to fit in to American society he would have to drop the little he knew of his African roots. His family settled in San Diego, California, where he went through the public school system from 1st to 12th grade, graduating from Morse High School. Caleb followed his mother’s instructions and enrolled in college. He specialized in Respiratory Therapy, graduating with an Associate in Science at Grossmont College in El Cajon. A year later, Caleb found himself in New Orleans, where he began a journey that brought him back to consciousness. Caleb was raised in a very strict religious home with his mother and father being devote servants of the Lord. His father came to the U.S. in the early 1980’s through the help of an American missionary and in 1985, his wife and two of his kids were allowed to receive visa’s and travel to America, however, two were left behind. On May 6, 1990, Caleb’s mom had her first son in America, Chukwuedozie Joshua Udejinegwo. Every morning, the Udejinegwo family woke up to read the bible and pray before they left the house to repeat the same devotion before they rested their heads at night. Every Sunday and Wednesday, you can find the Udejinegwo family in a Baptist or Pentecostal church, praising God with their hands, feet, with music, instruments and tithes and offering. One major inspiration Caleb had as a child was to write a book. The Book of Caleb was put in his “bucket list” of things to do at young age because of his competitive nature with the birth of his brother Joshua. Caleb recalls reading the books of the Old Testament with his father orating and asking, “Why is there a Book of Joshua and no Book of Caleb?” Little did he know then the power of thought and here we are today, August 10, 2012, finishing the last touches of the Book of Caleb.

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2013 by Chukwudi C. Udejinegwo. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 05/13/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4817-2289-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4817-2290-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013903884

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CONTENTS

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About the Author

Dedication

Entry Ninety-Three (46) Autobiography: Journey to Self Discovery

Chapter 8

December

Entry Ninety-Three My Conversation with a Rasta man

Entry Ninety-Two Abednego

Entry Ninety-One Leave it up

Entry Ninety His Mercy

Entry Eighty-Nine Reid, Blue, Green, Black and White

Entry Eighty-Eight Doomsday President I

Black President Part II

Entry Eighty-Seven Fear and elders story

Entry Eighty-Six Ignoring Body Signs

Entry Eighty-Five The Eye: Red, blue and white

Entry Eight-Four While Watching The Pyramid Code

Entry Eight-Three OchoCinco

Entry Eighty-Two Human doctrines are meant to be broken

Entry Eighty-One No, it’s not ok

Entry Eighty Santa

Entry Seventy-Nine All Degrees

Entry Seventy-Eight My eyes are no longer clouded

Entry Seventy-Seven Muscles or Lard, You Decide

Entry Seventy-Six Walk on water

Entry Seventy-Five Going back to the basics

Entry Seventy-Four Devil survey

Entry Seventy-Three My Work Experiences

Entry Seventy-Two Radical

Entry Seventy-One Capture the moment

Entry Seventy Twitter Nation

Entry Sixty-Nine Bodybuilding vs. Day-to-day African labor

Entry Sixty-Eight Did I not stop a plane for you?

Entry Sixty-Seven Roach!

Entry Sixty-SixRich Dad Poor Dad

Chapter 7

November

Entry Sixty-Five Ifunanya (my cousin)

Entry Sixty-Four Apples Gates

Entry Sixty-Three Held back: Story of Enlightenment

Entry Sixty-Two Chukwudi and Moses

Entry Sixty-One Put it on

Entry Sixty Why is it Legal?

Entry Fifty-Nine Ask why?

Entry Fifty-Eight Mustard Seed

Entry Fifty-Seven Same concept of why Facebook is so successful

Entry Fifty-Six One Person at a Time

Entry Fifty-Five My White T-Shirt

Entry Fifty-Four Masturbating

Chapter 6

October

Entry Fifty-Three He Wants your Head

Entry Fifty-Two Slaves were sold on the Bayou

Entry Fifty-One Friends

Entry Fifty Drink Up!

Entry Forty-Nine Born Again: Decode to Recode

Entry Forty-Eight White is Right

Entry Forty-Seven Entry of Awareness Day One

Entry Forty-Six Autobiography: Journey to self Discovery

Entry Forty-Five Teaching is cheating

Entry Forty-Four Not Being in a Hurry

Entry Forty-Three Stop writing

Entry Forty-Two Vampire

Entry Forty-One Who are in the Stands?

Entry Forty Their control is so Strong

Entry Thirty-Nine Addiction

Entry Thirty-Eight Barber in my House

Entry Thirty-Seven Adding to Why we Kill Ourselves

Entry Thirty-Six Me and Emeka’s conversation

Entry Thirty-Five Thor

Entry Thirty-Four Earthly Possession

Entry Thirty-Three Compare Gladiator

Entry Thirty-Two How we are Portrayed

Entry Thirty-One The Massive Amount of Africans

Entry Thirty Blade: The black vampire

Entry Twenty-Nine Back to Africa

Entry Twenty-Eight Happy Independence to me!

Entry Twenty-Seven Imagine

Chapter 5

September

Entry Twenty-SixWhite Mans Revelation

Entry Twenty-Five Thumbs Up

Entry Twenty-Four Victim of mind control: Storytelling

Entry Twenty-Three Poison

Entry Twenty-Two Deep Conversation

Entry Twenty-One Discovery Why is it Illegal Again?

Entry Twenty To be Concentrated or not to Be

Entry NineteenAssassination

Entry Eighteen The Game

Entry Seventeen What is Success?

Chapter 4

August

Entry Sixteen Conspiracy Theory

Entry Fifteen Thoughts on the Movie Blue Planet

Entry Fourteen Who Tells the Lion

Entry Thirteen Keeping us Divided

Entry Twelve What are they saying?!

Entry Eleven Evolution or God

Entry Ten Have you Ever

Entry Nine Elevated

Entry Eight Inspiration Everywhere!

Chapter 3

July

Entry Seven Turning Thirty

Entry Six So you know…

Entry Five In Plain Sight

Entry Four Nine Lives

Chapter 2

June

Entry Three My Angel

Chapter 1

May

Entry Two Do I deserve?

Entry One Voyage to freedom

Chapter 9

January

Entry 93 Short

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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Chukwudi Caleb Udeh was born in Nigeria but moved to the United States at the age of 4 with his mother and one of his sisters. It did not take long for Chukwudi to realize that to fit in to American society he would have to drop the little he knew of his African roots. His family settled in San Diego, California, where he went through the public school system from 1st to 12th grade, graduating from Morse High School.

Caleb followed his mother’s instructions and enrolled in college. He specialized in Respiratory Therapy, graduating with an Associate in Science at Grossmont College in El Cajon. A year later, Caleb found himself in New Orleans, where he began a journey that brought him back to consciousness.

Caleb was raised in a very strict religious home with his mother and father being devote servants of the Lord. His father came to the U.S. in the early 1980’s through the help of an American missionary and in 1985, his wife and two of his kids were allowed to receive visa’s and travel to America, however, two were left behind. On May 6, 1990, Caleb’s mom had her first son in America, Chukwuedozie Joshua Udejinegwo. Every morning, the Udejinegwo family woke up to read the bible and pray before they left the house to repeat the same devotion before they rested their heads at night. Every Sunday and Wednesday, you can find the Udejinegwo family in a Baptist or Pentecostal church, praising God with their hands, feet, with music, instruments and tithes and offering.

One major inspiration Caleb had as a child was to write a book. The Book of Caleb was put in his bucket list of things to do at young age because of his competitive nature with the birth of his brother Joshua. Caleb recalls reading the books of the Old Testament with his father orating and asking, Why is there a Book of Joshua and no Book of Caleb? Little did he know then the power of thought and here we are today, August 10, 2012, finishing the last touches of the Book of Caleb.

DEDICATION

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I dedicate this book to every African-American Immigrant who can relate to my story and foreigners who would like to raise their family in America.

To my mom, Ngozika Felisha Udejinegwo, and my father, Okechukwu Alphonso Udejinegwo, who stayed positive and supportive through my journey. My siblings: Emeka Joseph Udejinegwo, Amara Peace Udejinegwo, Onyinyechi Ruby Udejinegwo, Chukwuedozie Joshua Udejinegwo and Chinyere Sarah UdeJinegwo for reading and listening to my day-to-day rants. To my best friend, Acey Walker, and Quisha Henderson—thanks for being a phone call away. To Chinelo Ibeh, my first Nigerian Queen, who because of my pursuit of her after graduation, brought me to New Orleans. My friends and associates that inspired some of these stories, thank you and may the shackles of mind control be broken as you read how the butterfly finds his wings.

Ndi be Anyi kwenu, Umuaga Umunnacha kwenu, Umu Igbo kwezuonuoooooo!!!

INTRODUCTION

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Entry Ninety-Three (46)

AUTOBIOGRAPHY:

JOURNEY TO SELF DISCOVERY

October 28, 2011@2130

To get the most out of life, you have to be educated. It doesn’t matter how you educate yourself, or what you choose to educate yourself in. All that matters is that you choose education. And when we choose education, as poet William Butler Yeats says, we don’t simply fill a pail but light a fire within us. The Bhagavad-Gita says that Knowledge is raft that will take us over evil and delusion. Gaining knowledge, it teaches, we find perfect peace. But as Martin Luther King tells us knowledge itself is not enough: Intelligence plus character—that is the goal of true education.

So if you are taught, told about pimping, gang banging, killing, and drug dealing, that is what you will become; that will be your knowledge. But if you are taught to be a doctor, nurse, lawyer, judge, writer, or an artist—enlightenment will bring it all together. You will gain both knowledge and character. So let’s follow the words of the Bhagavad-Gita and climb on the raft of knowledge. Let it take us on a journey upstream. This is the story of my journey upstream.

Written @ 2053

Without knowledge, Herb will not help you in your path of self-discovery. This is why the dictatorship in disguise of a democracy opposes its legalization! The chances of educated men like me breaking the law and jeopardizing their professional titles would not likely happen if it were illegal!

I think the Government fears that if it’s legalized, more educated professional Black men will use it and interpret the information put out by roots reggae prophets like the Marleys, Burning Spear, Peter Tosh, Prince I, Marcus Garvey, Jacob Miller, The Congos, Ancient History, the King James, and most importantly, words from the God of David. They will begin to see the truth and REBEL!

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CHAPTER 8

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December

Entry Ninety-Three

MY CONVERSATION WITH A RASTA MAN

Notes from what we talked about

Written on December 29, 2011@0735

I left my house around 1:30am in pursuit of two things: Herb and someone who could tell me what it means to be a Rasta man. Since I’ve been Digging up the truth, I’ve heard many "Roots" artists mention a man by the name of Marcus Garvey. The day before, I had stumbled on a YouTube video about him. It caught my attention, so I took about twenty minutes to find out what was so special about this man. Marcus Garvey wailed that Africa is for the Africans. Africans need to be united and have our own headquarters, our own united army and representation for all Africans scattered all over the world. He started the UNIA (Universal Negro Improvement Association) and African Communities. Garvey put African dolls in the waiting arms of young African girls and brought attention to the love of self. Garvey started the Black Star Line ship service and was traded for stock. With millions of members and stock owners all over the world, Garvey was a tycoon and a force to be reckoned with.

My next mission took me to The Dragon’s Den on Reggae night. I stepped inside and saw nothing but natty dreadlocks. The smell of Herb was thick in the air. There was a table, where a stern-face dread was selling oils, soaps, incense, and brightly colored Marcus Garvey shirts. I walked to the patio upstairs, then back downstairs, where I found a man seated with his leg crossed, a big book with Marcus Garvey splayed across the cover. He was over six feet tall, with a commanding aura. His locks were wrapped in a priestly manner. A coincidence? Some might say, but keep reading.

He began to fill my head with a few facts: Primates are known to have lice and their melanin count is at the lowest. The black man is not known to have lice and the darker the skin the higher the melanin count. The white race has to burn (tan) their skin to get darker. Caucasians are people who live in the hills, which is why they have pointy noses because of the abundance of oxygen. Comparatively, people from Africa have wider nostrils created for better oxygen intake in such a dry, hot climate.

He asked me, Do you know why the sphinx in Egypt has no nose? I replied, No. Then he explained: When Hitler arrived to Egypt and saw that the nose of the sphinx was wide like a black man’s, he ordered his soldiers to shoot it down. I remember a documentary I had watched a few months ago on ancient Egypt, I told him, The documentary said that a lot of pictures and statues were destroyed and disfigured by one of the male Pharaohs because a woman made herself Pharaoh prior to his reign which defiled the throne. Then he said, "Hitler is part of the lineage of the man who impregnated Cleopatra. The real reason behind the destruction of Egyptian art was because of Cleopatra’s decision to sleep with a white man. The man was Mark Anthony, and he gave her syphilis.

Vietnamese people were made with Korean, Japanese, Chinese people mixed with the white man. During the Vietnam War, the white man’s code name for the Vietnamese people was, ‘Charley.’ In war movies, you would never see a black man calling a Vietnamese soldier ‘Charley.’ They described them by there facial features. The Vietnamese people were telling the black man, ‘This is not your war, join us and fight the white man.’ You know ‘Charley’ is a white man’s name and the white man knew that they were in war with people they created.

Then we talked about the meaning behind the colors red, black, green, and yellow. He told me, Red stands for the blood shed in Africa. Yellow stands for the gold stolen, green stands for the people, and black stands for the color of the people. I asked him, Why does yellow and green stand for the people? He replied, Which was more valuable, the gold or the men stolen from Africa? Look now who wears gold around their necks (I grab for my necklace)? Who wore it during the ancient days? We did. We are the keepers of knowledge, the Gate Keepers.

When he finished, my head dropped, system overloaded with knowledge, and I chuckled out of mental exhaustion, a purging. It was then I understood the significance of the only black man in the movie Thor. I had written about him earlier in the year. The only black man was a Gate Keeper, I observed. While the white gods celebrated inside (heaven) eating, drinking and being merry, the only black man stood outside, guarding the entrance to the outside world to heavens gates. I do remember in the movie he was considered very wise and was impossible to trick. Thor and his crew tried, but they did not succeed.

Moments later, he started back up: Red, yellow, and green is being used all over the world as stop, slow down, and go, courtesy of the Negro (Negro invented street lights). Then we talked about Babylon and how it was known as Baby Land because of all the babble and devilish acts going on. He said men in Babylon built the Tower of Babel so they could reach God and shoot arrows at Him. He continued, That’s when God scattered the people and changed tongues so they would have to discover the TRUTH from each other by traveling uncharted waters, and tackling the language barrier.

Then he told me some things I never knew about cows: "The cow in America is not the true cow. It has been a product of planned mixing and breeding to produce a less combative, more docile food source. American cows has 4