#NaPoWriMo2016. Day 27 of 30 | Floetry by JulietKego: When I die…

 

When I die

In Zaria-Delta-Agatu
Akure-Oyo-Edo-Taraba
Chibok-Buni Yadi-Baga
Jos-Nassarawa-Enugu

Do not bury me there
beneath the red Earth
Where the scent of fear,
despair and lost hope flirt

Biko nu burn my body
as a peace offering on leaves;
for Afonja and his 80 thieves
feed the marrows of my bones
to our nation’s gathered assembly
of corrupt charlatans and clones

Sprinkle my ashes to cleanse
defiled rivers of my hometown
pour out my blood with incense
to quench the thirst of they who
wear the ruling crown

Offer my heart to the huntsmen
and the herdsmen
in a fair exchange;
-so that the bloody trails of tears
be transformed back into laughter
-that the blood of my children
may cease to spill
-that this ravaged heart hears
songs of peace and may finally heal

when I die
do not trap me
beneath Lugard’s land of lie
Set me free
to roam my homeland’s coasts
one of many, many lost ghosts…

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 21of 30. For a Prince (Rest in Peace: 1958 – 2016)

PRINCE Floetry by JulietKego

“An original is hard to find but easy to recognize.”
~John Mason

Prince

For a Prince.

Today, the sun-clouds reign
Draped in purple splendour
Of pearly-shaped diamond stars
A prince sleeps and rests on
Beyond the firmament
Where doves fly.
(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

“PRINCE; followed by many, follower of no one. Pretty much sums it up.” ~Angela Fritz

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 18 of 30. A short story by Juliet Kego – “An Omelette For Two.”

I’m not sharing poetry today, rather a piece of prose I wrote a while back to celebrate the beauty of love and loss…Enjoy!

A short story: An Omelette For Two.

Mama, Hajia and your little cousin Zain came by yesterday. They said I looked very skinny, sunken eyes and all bones. I don’t want them to worry so. Or move in here and crowd our space. My night cries need no audience. It’s the one time I get to spend with you. With the world dead and oh-so-whispery quiet. And I curl into an oval ball in the middle of our room. A perfect spot for my tears to sing wordless songs that I know only you would understand.

An Omelette for two short story by Juliet KegoSo I got up early today, I made an omelette the way you like them. The way you’d taught me. Over the phone. Our last conversation before you got on the flight home. I’d promised you a hot breakfast in bed. You’d requested that I’d serve it with only a scarf around my neck. You said you found a perfect scarf in the duty-free store. Ah, you are my crazy, crazy heart…

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#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 9 of 30. Verses by JulietKego: EXPLOSION

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EXPLOSION

When they drop a bomb
in Kandahar,
some splintered shells
touch down in Paris,
fragmented coils
travel to Damascus,
a live lug finds a way
to my backyards in
-Baga
-Taraba
-Agatu
-Enugu…
And then,
it detonates
inside all of us….

‪#‎AllLivesMatter‬

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 10 of 30. May I feel? By E. E. Cummings (Read by Tome Hiddleston)

 

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So I was too lazy  🙂 decided not to write a poem today and so instead, I spent about an hour listening to sublime poetry readings by the talented Tom Hiddleston. Okay, if you know me well enough, you’d know by now that my #1 pick to read poetry in the whole universe is Mr. Hiddleston. Then, of course there’s Amitabh Bachchan and also Morgan Freeman. Some people have the voice of the gods, period!

Enjoy this sassy and naughty little poem by E. E. Cummings: MAY I FEEL?

Listen to the Audio version as read by Tom Hiddleston:

May I feel said he
(I’ll squeal said she
Just once said he)

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Lukewarm

Sometimes, you stumble across lovely poetry and as you read on, you simply find your fingers have a life of their own and are clicking and sharing it with the world. A pretty poem. All who’ve been healed, untouched and burned by hot, tepid and cold love will resonate! Elan Mudrow, thanks for sharing this piece. ~@JulietKego

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Your lover’s voice sounds like water Pounding upon rocks Filled to the brim with Polemics and counterpoints Swift, stabbing, centered Overcoming your line of defense Which was a fake calmness….that…

Source: Lukewarm

#NaPoWriMo2016 | Day 8 of 30. Verses by JulietKego: Panama Palava

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Verses by JulietKego: Panama Palava
Fair strangers
balkanized
our soul (or so tried)
and our sons;
brothers from our clan
knurled and minced
our muscled hearts
then drank up the blood
that flowed to give us life
fair and dark,
we cannot tell them apart
both raped our valleys
and pillaged our earths.
 
(C) Juliet Kego Ume-Onyido