#FloetryByJulietKego: Sautéing sorrow; drinking in dreams

Downing Dreams…

 

We were there
when she folded her dreams
and laid them neatly
in a metal box
(between layers of rocky, pain-pebbles)..

She shut down the lid
with a force of finality
and put it down, soft-like
by the river bank;
– her dreams, her heart, her soul.

We stood with her
as the box sank to sleep
at the river bed
and wordlessly, we walked her back,
a half-being, to a half-life…

(c) Juliet ‘Kego

In My Father’s Robe (Remembrances of a Beloved Father…) by Juliet ‘Kego

On December 5, 2010, a part of me died (and rose again), more alive than ever. My father transformed from this formed plane of earthly existence to the formless beauty of the heavens…

A day before that, I had launched an organization I co-founded with a friend.

More than anyone on the planet, he knew why this was an important new path for me to walk. I knew I had his unwavering support. During his burial, I had to wear his chieftaincy robe and carry his customized fan. The honour! I really do love certain parts of our culture (not the oppressive, patriarchal, limiting parts…Yes, I said it! Lol)

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2017: New Management, New Directions!

I can’t believe 2017 is almost at our shores! 2016 was a kaleidoscope of so many different developmental strides, events, collaborations, loss, deaths, re-births, challenges and triumphs. Ultimately, if there was a word to describe 2016 for my team and I, it would be ADVOCACY.

We finally wrapped a couple of advocacy cases in different sectors and embarked on some foundational reforms around sexual abuse in two tertiary institutions.

For 2017, my focus is geared towards social enterprise (specifically, economic empowerment); creating sustainable opportunities for young creatives (through the POETRY4Change platform, in collaboration with Praxis Magazine Online); developing structured mentorship spaces, angel investing synergies and micro-lending platforms for youth in different streams of the social enterprise value chain.

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126. Floetry by JulietKego: A Perfect Kiss […with the universe]

juliet-kego-ume-onyido-poet-the-home-makerI often think that there’s a sacred time when dusk kisses dawn. And sometimes, you wake up into the arms of the universe and your heart stops as you witness the heaven kiss the earth, in what must be an age-long tradition.

One of many magical moments we miss each day: a kiss with the universe, a dance with the gods, a good night sleep with angels, a mating of dreams to reality, smiling into a giggling sun, flirty touches of the rains, teasing clean smell of the wind, the seduction of a detached and cool earth…

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#NaPoWriMo2016. Day 30 of 30 | Poem -HUG ME (Farsi Translation)

Below is the Farsi language version of my poem. [Translated by Sepi Sajadi, Toronto, Canada]. Merci.

HUG ME

Give me
a hug
No,
I need more…
Tighter
Hmmmnnn Tighter, still…
Until I disappear
Into the folds of your warmth
Release me
Only when
All pieces of you
Flow into me
Till all I am is imprinted
On the opening
Of your heart.

(c) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido. September 21, 2015.
(All rights Reserved).

[A huge thank you to the beautiful spirit, a selfless mentor who inspired and guided my words].
#TheBeautifulOnesAreAlreadyHere

Below is the Farsi language version of the poem. [Translated by Sepi Sajadi, Toronto, Canada]. Merci.

اغوش

در اغوشم گير

نه، بيشتر ميخوام

محكمتر

اووم، بازهم محكمتر

تا كه در لابلاي گرماي تو، محو شوم

رهايم كن، ..

تنها زماني كه تمام ذرات وجودت در وجودم جريان يابد

تنها زماني كه هر انچه كه هستم درون قلبت حك شود

#NaPoWriMo2016. Day 28 of 30| Celebrating Poet-Singer-Songwriter Alessia Cara: Wild Things

“To me where the wild things are is a place that exists in our minds. It is a place of liberty and shamelessness.It can take a split second or a lifetime to find it but once you do, you’ll be free….There’s a wild thing that exists in all of us. It lives in our passions, in the people we love, in our subconscious thoughts, our beliefs. It’s even made a home in the darkest part of us, but we can’t be sacred of it, we have to become it.” ~Alessia Cara

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