#75. A Letter from Yonder

 

Adorable Adaora, Adanneya, Adannaya

Keeper of my future, daughter of my heart

I pray my words, wrapped in the winds

Blow gently and find you keeping well

I hear your legs are beginning to swell

All that kicking is bound to take its toll

#62. And the LIGHT swallowed our colours…

Listen to the AUDIO Version of the poem below.

 

Let the light come and swallow our colours.

Let the void come and swallow our colours.

Let white and brown and red and black,

and all the unseen colours in between,

be revealed as symbolic imagery of thee.

Let the colour of light common to one and all

be bared once and for all, that we’d finally see

that our colours and tribes and tongues and faiths,

do not project our dissonance or chasm.

They simply reflect the creativity and quirks,

the cool, interwoven tapestry of your mystery,

the sheer complexity and depth of your majesty!

In the dark void, the colours fuse together

and emerge as one single LIGHT.

Our DIS-connect creates the illusion,

a fallacy; a myth of our se-pa-ra-tion.

But me be you, and you be me,

and WE be simply one and same,

of one source and of one being.

Think! How could we not BE?

If the light comes from the deep void

and swallowed the darkness of our colours,

what a drab, dark, dingy world it would be!

So, let the LIGHT come from the deep void

and reveal the brightness of our colours.

Let love unfold the beauty hidden within


for all to see that all lives matter

And the light swallowed our colours.

‪#‎NigeriaBokoHaram
#WhiteLivesMatter‬‪
#BrownLivesMatter
#BlackLivesMatter‬
‪#RedLivesMatter
#AllLivesMatter‬
#ICantBreathe
#‎Ferguson
#IStandWithAhmed

(c) ‘Kego Onyido 2014 (All rights reserved).

#61. A Night Out With The King.

An invitation to dine with the King?
With wonder we all fall on bended knees.
How are we adorned to enter his holy space?
Do we go in precious pearls and silken lace?
Do we bath ourselves in red rubies of fires?
or in our stunning, sparkling sapphires?
Do we come with hearts, bare and open?
and with souls ready to heal and awaken?

#60. Race on! Race on!

They all wear a mean, unkind, greedy, selfish face,
but it’s a well crafted mask, hiding a secret shame.
Look keenly, deeply and you’re sure to find
behind the pain, we’re all really just the same.

#57. Love’s Long hike!

Songs of silence,

silent tearless cries,

from bloodless, hollow heart,

dreaming deadweight dreams,

in an empty, shallow, soulless spirit.

#38. Fare thee well, sister!

Day 22. NaPoWriMo- Celebrate Poetry, All Month Long!

Poem: Fare thee well, sister!

(In loving memory of OluwaTosin Adepegba, RIP)

Memories of youth adorned in her innocence

Juxtaposed with a jarring reality that makes no sense

Lost in childhood dreams, we recall images so familiar

Of visions and scents of Zinnia and Bougainvillea

Colours of spring, rains of laughter and pain now merge

As we gather in mourning and compose a heartfelt dirge