So much has changed in my life since the last post. I’ll just mention two out of a few significant things. Firstly, just over a year ago, my mum passed away. Secondly, I visited Africa for the first time. Here’s why these two distinct events go together in my mind. My mum was Polish. My dad is Nigerian. I was born and have lived in Europe … Continue reading My New Afropean Story Born Out of the Ashes
I’ve been relaxing with family ☺️ (in between dramas 😠) while preparing for Christmas which, in Poland, starts tomorrow with a rather fancy dinner called “Wigilia”. We’ve just celebrated my grandma’s 80th birthday & I’m so grateful for being able to share these special moments with the people I love. I hope you are surrounded by warmth, kindness and loved ones in this wonderful season & that … Continue reading Peace, Love & Poetry – Merry Christmas…
Today’s post is a little different, but not entirely. After all, Music is Poetry’s 1st cousin, isn’t it? On this note, I hope you allow me to introduce one of my favorite musicians Joy Ogunmakin. Ayọ is a fantastic singer/songwriter. Her debut album, released in 2006, reached Double-Platinum status in France, Platinum and Gold in a few other European countries. It was released in America as well. The rest is history… Joy released her fifth record … Continue reading Ayo, Music, Poetry – We Will Overcome!
. You’re happy & well, I hear Yet, I miss you… I so miss you, dear Yesterday, I was instructed not to show my tears It has only been a week, but it felt like years… . Yet, I’m not allowed to say I miss you They say if I speak I’ll offend a few… ‘You’ve got to be quiet. You’ve got to be strong!’ … Continue reading I Miss You – Poem
Here she comes with strong legs, Strong arms & her tough-skinned hands Though they’ve never seen a gym… Her brown eyes – Too scared to look into their brown eyes . She’s assumed to be a mother of many Shared by way too many, in her past They assume & assume With no courage to ask “What’s your name?” . They have a box ready … Continue reading She is Not Her Past
. . Our eyes cry the same type of tears Our hearts feel the same type of pain . I don’t need you to smile if you’re hurting By His Grace, I can handle your hurt . You don’t have to be strong all the time You don’t have to pretend it’s just fine… . I’m not scared of your tears. I won’t run away What do … Continue reading It’s OK if You’re not OK