#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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#122. Floetry by JulietKego – Sons and Daughters of Okigbo

No man can outwit the ancestors Quote

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[This is not a poem; it is Floetry inspired by true events].

At Okigbo’s shrine
seeds of his loins gathered
and called out to him:

 

“Nna anyi! Nna anyi!
Ifekandu, hear us.
Biko nu, mere anyi Ebele.
Do not look away.
Mbah nu.
Your son is desecrating
the waters
The priestesses find his semen
in the holiest of rivers
His seeds scattered
across the land
(lost in the fields of shame)
Does he not know
they each carry his gifts?
That we must find them
to raise them?
Alu na eme n’obodo anyi”

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Are you an African Poet? Enjoy Olu Oguibe’s post about a Poetry Masterclass he attended…

Some posts you read on Facebook and you immediately go GBAM!! I saw this on Olu Oguibe’s wall and simply had to share. I also particularly love the engaging conversation it opened up on his thread. Lot’s to think about. Enjoy!

[Culled from the Facebook Page of Olu Oguibe on December 27, 2015 at 8.30 am EST]. Shared with permission from the writer. Follow Olu Oguibe on Facebook by Clicking Here.

A couple of months ago, I attended a public lecture in the English Department at my college. The lecture was given by an emeritus professor, who’s also Connecticut’s most prominent contemporary poet. I was never a fan of her poetry because she writes in a vein that few Africans from the Continent relate to, but that’s exactly why I made a point of attending the lecture.

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#PraisePoetry #LettersToYeshua #Floetry #18. A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!

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Day 2. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

Poem: A Song For Lovers: I Choose You!

[A melodic ode to sensuality & spirituality; Song-of-Solomon-eque; praise-poetry; worship poems]

Dear Yeshua,

There was no music
and yet we danced to our own beats
We swayed sensually to the rhythm
of our fired pulses ‘n’ heartbeats
I shall remember these moments,
I’ll freeze them in timeless space
Especially the sacred hour
I looked into your soul and saw my own face

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#Poetry4ChangeAfrica: Today’s Featured Poem is by Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu

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VISIBILITY | VALUE-EXHANGE|

A Poem by Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu

you are bed of comfort, minna
fluffy and subtle to me
and i leave you today, again
rolling on soft affection that is your bedsheets

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#POETRY4ChangeAfrica: “Father’s Funeral” by Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun (Ogun Da Silva)

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VISIBILITY | VALUE-EXHANGE|

Father’s Funeral by Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun (Ogun Da Silva)

the body was laid to rest
along with his years
his memories
and nothing,

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#POETRY4ChangeAfrica: “Last Words Mama Couldn’t Say” by Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun

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VISION | VOICE |

VISIBILITY | VALUE-EXHANGE|

Last Words Mama Couldn’t Say
by  Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun (Ogun Da Silva)

1. The end won’t hurt like the beginning.
2. Beautiful houses do not always make good homes.
3. The first time I held you God turned his face.
4. I could give you lessons about loneliness but I can’t tell you how it feels.
5. Learn to wait for love.
6. Your father bled me in places that killed me.

7. A woman is a body.
8. Learn about suffering.
9. Learn about nights and tears.
10. Never hit a woman.
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Writers’ Platform: www.africanwriter.com – A Home for African Writers…

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I stumbled upon a website (http://www.africanwriter.com), and I found it to be a wonderful resource for writers, poets, damatists…it is a community dedicated to promoting African writers (at home and in the diaspora), and their distinct, original voices/talents to the world.

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#22. If You See Her….

Day 6. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

BUTTERFLYPoem: If You See Her….

I lost her some moons ago

We came here together, we gave it a go

And indeed, I did let her have her full say

But only one of us finally emerged stronger

I mourn her loss in a bitter-sweet way

Because I never got a chance to say my good byes

To tell her that the world got it wrong with its lies

She’s neither lacking nor empty, neither broken nor fractured

For in her eyes I see wholeness, completeness and majesty captured

From her toes to the crazy-making pot that’s cooking inside her head

I wish I could go back and tell her of the beautiful road ahead,

So mysterious yet so blindingly glorious!

And so if you ever see her reflected in the eyes of your clients

Or you hear her cries and whispers hidden in a stranger’s voice

Or run into her in a party, on the street or at a meeting

Or in your homes, among family and friends

Or across the room reflected in your mirror…

Be kind to her, be gentle with her, be there for her, be oh so patient with her

I implore you to hold that sacred space for her

Tell her that I hold no grudge, and that I forgive and I love her still

Remind her that she did the very best she could

With the tools she had at the time

That I know now that she held on tightly to her pain

Because hidden beneath it was the warm blanket of her secondary gain

Tell her to imagine the joy beyond the deep well of her present sorrow

Tell her I’m grateful to her for who I am now and who I am becoming tomorrow.

Yes, please be very caring, be kind and be oh so gentle with her

When she’s ready, she’ll show up

One day, she’ll get tired of the drama, the story, the struggle and the loop

She’ll show up and she’ll be ready for any test, any task, any ordeal, any hoop

She’ll seek to finally break out and embrace her pain

To pay attention, get the learning and go through the burning flame!

When she arrives, lost and lonely at your doorstep

All broken and bent, do guide her well

And lead her safely with each faltering, failing footstep

Back to the living spring within her spirit, that eternal well

Let her drink of the healing waters of her humanity and divinity

Embracing the God in her, the blessed trinity

She’s so much stronger than she knows

There’s such depth to her than what she shows

In her heart lies an eternal fire nothing can ever kill

She has the power to break through boards and bend steel

Make sure these words to her you do tell

For it will make all the difference

And lead her to her magnificence

And I should know for I know her so well

For she was me, and I was her, a lifetime ago, you see

Long before I surrendered the fight

And found my way and embraced my light.

She died that I may be re-born anew and transformed

No, not perfect by any means,

Simply better today than I was yesterday

And better still, even tomorrow

The old things are passed away, I’ll never seek or crave

The old me nailed to HIS cross, buried in HIS grave

I LIVE today, able to enjoy the sacred synchronistic patterns of life with new eyes

And I cannot be or do the old me ever again

She’s dead! Long, long gone, destroyed in an instant, along with the enemy’s reign and his deceptive domain

In that sacred moment I chose the saviour’s gift of freedom and cut off the shackles of those ties, a bondage of lies!

© ‘Kego Onyido (All rights reserved).

#16. After the HeartBreak

Oh welcome home, Love!

How wondrous to behold thee again

What grace and purity you have, so like a dove

I’d forgotten how beautiful thou art

when seen without a cloud of pain.

How suddenly thou left, oh how for thee I feared

Or did he force thee along, out in the cold?

My heart bursts with secrets longing to be shared

Do you see the sad stories in my eyes waiting to be told?

Oh love, will thou stay forever this time?

Please do, for that’s how long before my heart will heal.

You see, he committed a grave crime

He branded my heart forever with his seal.

Oh welcome home, love!

Come in, come in, I chatter so

Hold me, embrace me, and never let go

My dear, dear friend, I have missed you so.

© ‘Kego Onyido (All rights reserved).