#RandomMusings. ‪#‎DayofEndingVioleneceAgainstWomen‬‪



I hope that one day, in my lifetime, there won’t be a need to have a day dedicated to #‎EndingVioleneceAgainstWomen‬

Dear beloved sister-friend, if you close your eyes real tight, and shut out the chatter of the world within and around you, I want you to allow yourself remember a time, pre creation, in a timeless dimension, when you were Queen. The daughter of a King. The co-heiress of a kingdom.

If you relaxed enough and become STILL, you will know and remember that time, for that time is always NOW. Walk like the goddess you are, be so rooted in your worthiness and completeness and WHOLENESS that your energetic spaces repels anyone who dares think you lower than you really are or seeks to use force or violence against you. 

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#115. Floetry by JulietKego: A Forgotten Queen

Queen Amina

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Floetry by JulietKego: A Forgotten Queen

They rave about flame-haired Elizabeth
Gush about her kingdoms from afar,
teach their children to read up on her,
watch reels of her history
And keep no memory of my Zazzau or me,
Of my armies, of my many wars and victories

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Random Musings by @JulietKego: Of History And the Lessons We Fail to Learn


Hate-It-has-caused-a-lot of problems quote by Maya Angelou

Very, very, long post but based on the different stories appearing on my FB timeline, decided to get this out there. Thanks for your patience in reading.

I think one of the biggest tragedies in the Nigerian State is the expunging of history as a taught course in our curriculum. Until we fully come to terms with our past, we are prone to repeating a vicious cycle of mistakes.

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#RandomMusings: Dear Isa, celebrating the eloquence of us…



Dear Isa,

Tell the one whose name you bear that I am grateful for today. Was that you in the soft rains on my face? In the breeze at the back of my earlobe? Filling my heart with quiet when it started to race? They asked so many questions Isa.

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#StandUpAgainstRape #113. Floetry by JulietKego: Blowing Balloons

Sexual Assault
(To all my sisters who’re still finding their way, and forced to blow, my wish and prayer for you is that one day soon, all you’ll ever blow, are your big balloons of dreams….)
Floetry by JulietKego: Blowing Balloons…
When I called you beloved sisters
He tried to convince me you were foes
And he said many vile things about you
Called you bitchy-slutty-whorish-hoes
That you are filled with pits of sin
You are a good-for-nothing, dirty thing
And you’re only great at doing one job
which to simply to blow
I smiled gently into his eyes
And let him spill truthful lies
Beloved sisters, what does he know?

#112. Floetry by JulietKego. In Memoriam – Rivers of Riddles; Thamalakane.

River Thamalakane, Maun Botswana Phot credits - Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido

Rivers of Riddles; Thamalakane.

Tonight, I seek sleep,
on a seabed of water lilies.
No shadows of thoughts,
overflowing my banks.
The river spits out saliva
filled with sea-shells.

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#FloetrybyJulietKego: Migrant Dreams

Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido Poet In the company of Dreams


I have slept on them all

 I had only you for company…


On a wintry, wrought-iron bed of granite

my head resting on a floor of cold bookcases

Hot tears leaking, staining, melting the wood

torn that my soul did not yet leave my body

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#RandomMusings by JulietKego: On this vexing matter of NEtiquette (Online Etiquette)….


#‎RandomMusing‬ On that vexing issue of adding me to many, many groups…..This is not a rant. But it is very long. Be patient. Y’all know how seriously I take online Etiquette (Netiquette). I did 4 talks at different fora on the subject last year and about 3 so far this year. I think I may have to do a short blog or podcast on it, to bring the blog post alive and reach more people.

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#Poetry. #109. Floetry by JulietKego: The Verse in the Verses

Spring 2

Floetry by JulietKego: The Verse in the Verses

On this holy day,
I behold the book of life
And the Word comes alive
For it dawns on me, that maybe,
you are the worship songs
I sang to the worshipped,
the unsaid words hidden in the verses.
And the verses flow to me, like rivers.
Ah, but the water is different from the flow
The water and the words can each exist alone
But only our love can co-create this flow.