An invitation to dine with the King?
With wonder we all fall on bended knees.
Here all that is of darkness flees
Bring out the box with a baguette diamond ring
We shall adorn ourselves to enter his holy place
Do we put on precious pearls and silken lace?
Do we bath ourselves in red rubies of fires?
Or in our stunning, sparkling sapphires?
Do we come with heavy hearts, bare and open?
With sealed souls now ready to heal and awaken?
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
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.
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(c) ‘Kego Onyido 2014 (All rights reserved).
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.
Songs of silence,
silent tearless cries,
from bloodless, hollow heart,
dreaming deadweight dreams,
in an empty, shallow, soulless spirit.
(In loving memory of OluwaTosin Adepegba, RIP)
