Tag Archive | Kego Onyido poetry

The Widower (An original poem).

“Every griever must find their own way. For it is a lonely journey, this path of living life after losing a loved one. Take your time, take your bitter-sweet time…” ~Author Unknown~

memoriesThe Widower

An ordinary full moon
Not a whisper of warning
No signs to alert me
Night came in stealth, so suddenly
As I lay here in sleep
Beside the keeper of my heart
And in her womb nestled my unborn seed
Night came at that pregnant hour
When dusk and dawn meet in embrace
And like a coward, it scurried away before I awoke
It left long before I could catch my breath
Night came empty-handed
And left with both hands full!

those we loveAnd so when she died
The music died with her too
And as they put her down
Beneath the Udala tree
I sank to my knees and cried
And mourned for the loss of two
Seasons have come, seasons have gone
And yet the keeper of my heart
Holds on to it still
I feel her breath fanning my skin
In the rustling of the cassava leaves
She sings a lonely, haunting melody
With the lost creatures of the night.
somedayEvery once and again
She comes with the pouring rain
And as the waters drench my skin
And touch my quivering lips
I weep, for I taste her salty tears
And on every night with a full moon
I go to sleep and cry in my dreams
Praying fervently that tonight be the night
When night comes again in stealth, so suddenly
And finally takes me back home
Home, to the keeper of my heart.

(c) ‘Kego Onyido

Decades of Laughter, Decades of Tears…

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“My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and to love somebody and have the courage to accept their love in return.” ~Maya Angelou~

Decades of Laughter, Decades of Tears…An original poemLaughter and Wrinkles Whole Woman Network

Decades of silence, decades of tears

Decades of merely existing, shrouded in fears

Decades without music, decades without dance

Decades of passing through life in a deep, dark trance

Decades of hiding, of lying and slowly dying

Decades of crouching in shadows instead of freely flying

Decades of pain, dark moments, we thought lost, never to be regained

All rolled into now, this glorious moment, with everything reclaimed.

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Decades of new beginnings, decades of living

Decades of rising into a new-found awakening

Decades of laughter, mingled with healing tears, caressing soft lashes

Decades of joy, of gaining mastery of life’s tranquility and her clashes

Decades of opening up, welcoming change and embracing

All that we are, were and will be, as phenomenally amazing

Decades, when finally, our inner light

Defeats the darkness and shines so bright

Illuminating our path, as we become one with our essence

As we decide to embrace our new-found magnificence!

Today, as you behold these words and read these lines, slow or fast

Celebrate your new decade unfold, a life of love, laughter and joy, here at last

Simply BE and BEAM: Be Everything And More!

© ‘Kego Onyido

#Poetry4Change: The Magic of ‘Sister-Friends’

“I didn’t want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it’s hard to remember who I am…” ~ Jodi PicoultMy Sister’s Keeper

Sister Friends


Floetry by JulietKego: The magic of ‘Sister-Friends’

We almost believed the myth of our alone-ness 

We almost fell for the fallacies and lies

of our sad separate-ness

Not just a part, that merely lives and dies

We are also part of a larger whole

Connected in heart, spirit and soul

This is the magic of having a sister-friend

One who stays loyal and true to the very end


One who willingly lets their own inner-light

Guide us in the lonely darkness of our night

They see us without the mirror’s lies

And understand our unwept, silent cries

Sharing our pains and rejoicing in our gains

Our flaws and nakedness they clearly see

Yet, with love in their hearts, they simply let us be!


Oh but the magic of friends, who celebrate our glory

And accept us even when we’re ‘bad’ and ‘unholy’

Embracing us in our private hell and shame

Steadfast and solid, they choose to stay the same

They are there when hopeful hearts get broken,

And spirits become far from merry

As we reminisce on girlish dreams long-buried


They are there when difficult relationships go and come

When young brides, weeping widows or single women become;

New lives rebuilt and new relationships reborn

There to tell us seemingly painful truths and harsh words

Holding us back when we choose to self-destruct on our own swords


Sister-Friends who rally round and crush the tiger’s tail

They save us from that path, and pray that we not derail

There are few things in life that are as sacred and sweet

As the magic of these true sister-friends

We’ve been gifted to meet.


© Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido

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