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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Poetry Masterclass – Rabindranath Tagore: Unending Love

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds
tagorePoem:“Unending Love” by Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age-old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”

Rabindranath Tagore, Selected Poems

#RandomMusingsbyJK: ‪‎Life Lessons at Tea Time‬

Random Musings by JulietKego#‎LifeLessonsAtTeaTime‬ Not everybody will be your cup of tea, just as it’ll be silly to think you can be everybody’s cup of tea. Focus on the tea you love, quit forcing yourself to casually taste (and even drink) all the other teas.

And do not serve or sell your brand of tea to everyone. Seek the ones who naturally love your flavour (or have over time, acquired a good taste for your tea). In fact, it is necessary to point out that not everyone actually likes tea! Don’t take it personal. Allow people the right to their choices, okay?

Plus, know when to serve it hot, lukewarm or iced. For those moments in life when you’re forced to have teas you can’t honestly stand, simply say NO or sip very, very slowly (or add lots of sugar, close your eyes and gulp the darn thing swiftly, the caveat is of course, over time the sugar may be very bad for your health).

However, the sooner you learn to say NO, YOU’ll encounter less of those unsavoury tea-time episodes…Develop the habit of saying yes or no from an authentic space. Clarity about your boundaries attract who and what you want into your spaces. Ambiguity messes up the resonance of your vibrational frequency and simultaneously brings in both gems and craps into your energetic field.  Lol 🙂 ~ @JulietKego

Happy Father’s Day: In My Father’s Robe (Remembrances of a Beloved Father…)

Juliet Kego In my father's robes

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…Lol)

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Floetry by JulietKego: A Dirge for Nimbo…

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Nna anyi who will save
your children from the brink?
A drizzle becomes a flood
and the living-dead drink
from overrun rivers
of tears, pus and blood
I am lost in shivers,
cold from this shock
of an unnamed war
fought in the backyard
of my hometown


Children’s throats slit
like salah rams
(on open fields of rusty, red grass)
Bodies charred;
their ashes sprinkled
to appease
the herdsmen of horror
who lead the flock
to the slaughter-house


The elders, bent over
with agonized chants
from wrinkled
sunken faces
ka udo di, a plea for peace?
Onye ka anyi ga kolu?


A peace of the graveyard
reigns all around me
the graves await their bodies
I am farmished
feed me; biko nyem nri
My throat thirsts for waters
of truth from polluted
rivers of Nri


Oh sons & daughters:
‘Awaken from your limbo
stand tall at the gates
of the weeping hills of Udi
bury the bodies
of our people &
protect the living
at Nimbo.’

(C) Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

#125. Floetry by JulietKego: Maina’s Message for Mama

RT: @ObyEzeks “OUR of Mbalala village IS BACK!!!!!!! because ” – Twitter, May 18, 2016

 Maina’s Message for Mama

I am a little girl lost,

from Chibok.

I am the core

stench of my nation’s

festering,

rotten sore.

Ever since that night,

I dream of my mama

In dreams that I dream

of the dreams

that I dream,

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#123. Floetry by JulietKego: A Grave Conversation

Eve Ensler's Quote on Rape

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Grave Conversation

Do not come to my graveside,

weeping in whispers

afraid he will hear

I am with you child, in every breath

Adanneya, Adannaya

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