Archive for December, 2013

Its a WRAP!!!!

Posted: December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

As this year runs to an end, I really do wish we all look back and reflect on the year… write, sing, dance, scream away the pain, disappointment and all that and look forward to a better year 2014.

I really do appreciate all the words of encouragement and support.






Posted: December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

As I leave today

I thought to write you a letter

‘cos the words I wish to say

Are best left in ink and paper


As cats and dogs pitter patter,

over the roofs of the hover tall

A little too much did we banter

Everywhere, over mostly nothing at all


But my ink stops at a thought

Would you ever read this piece of paper?

You’re stuck on your smart phone you bought

Would an e-mail not be better?


Suffice to say,

I never got to write that letter

Or compose the e-mail

Amidst the confusion I found I had nothing to say




Posted: December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized


A word to hero

A sound of praise

A short eulogy

Others will see so


In this note to your days

I’ll start with a billion over zero

Forget what I did say

Your worth cannot be measured in infinity


You smiled, spreading warmth even though

The world is full of tears and woe

So I and others looked at you in awe, with hushed oh’s


In your insightful ways,

you showed forth your beauty better than marvelous bays

And that integrity pays

As I look back on your life, fully

I see in you to me what I hope to be.


Akande ‘Doyin


LAST LETTER- Legionnaire

Posted: December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

George's Letter

Attention! My lady,
I am a legionnaire,
So when the clarions call,
I shall again walk to war,

So teach my son,
To take after the sun,
But not to hide at night,
Save to stand to fight,

My lady,
I am a legionnaire,
So when the vultures call,
I might be struck at war,

So teach my son,
To take after the sun,
That even while falling,
He must keep on shining,

My lady,
I am a legionnaire,
So when the dawn calls,
My swords will rise to soar,

So teach my son,
To take after the sun,
That when he falls at dusk,
He must rise again at dawn,

To stand aright,
To stand to fight,
To keep his light,
Shining so bright.



Posted: December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized


How do you still have the power to make me feel stupid?
How do you still have the power to make me cry?
Seeing you again is like two years hasn’t passed since we last talked, and I still remember everything that happened between us like it was yesterday.
I force myself not to think about you.
But the harder I try, the more I still do.
I see you around now and it kills me.
For so long I wished you were miserable and a recluse.
Sad and alone.
Regretting the old days and wishing you had never let me go.
The WAY you even let me go.
Like I had become so dispensable.
A cheap wash cloth.
You didn’t have to fight to keep me in your life or keep what we had.
You just let me go ’cause it was that easy to.

I used to think we were two souls bound together as one.
Kindred spirits.
Two dark and twisted beings who found each other by chance.
Then fate let us have so much in common.
It was ridiculous how much we understood each other.
And it was unbelievable how gradually what happened between us grew and spread.
I hadn’t realised it had until it did.

But before I could enjoy it, you kicked me to the kerb and sped right past me so fast, the muddy rain water in the puddle by the road splashed all over me.
And now you’re back, and all those pent up feelings of long ago come rushing back in.
I was always a better writer when I was writing about you.
All my best love poems were the ones I wrote thinking about you.

You broke my heart.
You stood on a tall mountain and let my fragile, porcelain heart fall to the rocky depths and shatter into a million pieces.
You took all the love I had for you and made me feel like you felt it too, then you pushed me into the rain and left me in the cold; drenched and shivering.

You broke me.
And now here you are again.
Ready to smash the leftover shards of my breakable heart?
Or the little pieces that I managed to glue back together to become what you see now?

Here you are again:
Why are you back?
Couldn’t you stay dead and buried along with all the feelings I had for you before you broke my heart?
Why are you back to torture me into re-living the memories about you that I have kept hidden a long time ago?

Why are you here again?
Have I not suffered enough?
So I’m writing this to you, a final goodbye for you to leave me alone.
Probably the hurt I feel at you now is from all the unresolved feelings from when you left me.
But I’m done trying to understand why you did something so evil to me. You could be the devil himself minus the horns and a few shades of red.

I’m done hurting over you, so I’m letting you go. This is the last letter I’m writing to you and I hope it will be so.

I hope you find all the things you couldn’t see in me, although right now you look worse than when we were together.
I wish you love and joy because those are all the things I hope someone would wish for me.
I hope you find all the love that match up to my hate for you.
For as much as I hate you right now, the truth is, I still love you.

Ronke Adeleke

‘About to wed’.

That’s what it says in the brightly coloured poster on the car bumper.

It says nothing about the timeless ritual ,

 ageless, which man has observed since the beginning of time,

It is silent on the laughter,tears,sorrow..

the eternal cycle of emotions that has encircled this ritual since the dawn of ages,

It is mute on the eventual entwining of destinies,

The interlocking of souls,enmeshing  of spirits ,

Bodies and minds, woven and  interwoven.

The separation;

Where a man shall leave his parents and cleave on to his chosen.

The Unification;

 The joining of two as though they were one.

About to wed.


Her Father’s Daughter.

Daddy stands by my door,watching,

eyes wary,

As I pack the last of my bags.

We both realize;

him,standing at that spot,and me,sitting,on this spot;

That this will be our last standing as overprotective father and rebellious daughter.

And our first understanding,

As father and  grown woman.

His face is drawn and tired..yet his eyes sparkle.

¬†This man I’ve been at odds with for as long as I can remember,

 this man whose eyes threaten to shed tears.

 My heart aches.

Where is my tough badass dad?

The one I argue and fight with over everything and nothing.

The one who constantly criticises everything and anything..I do,

My ‘Man of the world,man of the house’ dad.

The one who has never shed a tear.

Where’s that dad? I can handle that one,not this dad,

Whose eyes show love and pride and sadness all at once.

Not this one,who makes me want to crawl into his arms like I’m five,again.

Not this one whose voice cracks as he says his last words of wisdom to a nearly married daughter.

He says softly,

¬†“Ifemi, marriage is bittersweet. Get over the bitter,but always manage to hold on to the Sweet.”

And then a heartbeat later,with a wicked glint in his eyes,he adds,

¬†“…but if that young man misbehaves,make sure you come to me. I’LL let him know who your father is!”

 That dad,this dad.

About To Wed.


Mom walks in amidst the chaos of confused makeup artists and nervous female friends.

My mother.

Hair streaked with grey and lips in a firm line,

 Oblivious to anything but her daughter seated tensely at the vanity mirror

She holds my eye for a few seconds in the mirror,and smiles.

She picks up a brush and begins brushing my hair,

We both conveniently forget that the last time she did that was when I was seven.

Years of laughter, tears, screaming and yelling at each other pass between us.

Years of showing her how much of my father’s daughter I am,passing blames back and forth,years of scolding and scolding.

 Years of a love-hate relationship,of being confidante,mentor,teacher..mother.

 My heart aches.

Funny how goodbyes change things.

And then it dawns.

I’ve always been loved this way and more,even.

I just never saw through the bitter side to the sweet.

“You are your father’s daughter,alright..and your mother’s too”, my mother says quietly.

I nod. A tear rolls down my face.

I hear a makeup artist screech.

I think i just ruined my new face job

 About To Wed.


I’m walking down the aisle.

Each step feels like a trip to the beyond.

Thoughts from ; Am I walking right? Will my gown rip if I stand with my legs wide apart?


What am I doing? I think I said yes too soon.Does he really love me?

Maybe he’s not sure too; float around my head.

Then ,I see my Chosen..he winks at me.

And its all worth it,

All the sad goodbyes ,the real tears and the fake ones,

Its worth it.

I realize I’ll probably spend the next half century of my life,

 Arguing,fighting and attempting to tolerate another egoistical male,

¬†claiming ‘man of the house’,so please,can I bend over so he can rest his leg on my head?.

My chosen looks at me like he knows exactly what I am thinking..and feeling.

He probably does.

And I can swear that’s a halo over his head,

Ok,so its just the lighting of the church.

Everything melts into nothingness as I stand beside him and he squeezes my hand tightly.


Or he’s probably just trying to keep me from bolting.

About To wed.

Daddy said,

“Marriage is bittersweet,get over the bitter but hold on the sweet.”

I say,

“Goodbyes are bittersweet,at first,its all bitter,

But wait a while,

Its aftertaste might just be sweet.

¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† Her Father’s Daughter




Last Letter

Posted: December 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

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Hello there, Temi here, so its a few hours to the end of the year… I thought it might be exciting to have a few peeps…poets write away the year.

I have been very privileged to have some amazing poets write for me, for us… The theme as you must have figured from the title is LAST LETTER.¬†

  We are writing off our pain, hurt, defeat. Writing our last thoughts on issues and putting our foot (feet) down!. We are rising above it with the break of dawn of another year.

So we present to you are heart in 2-dimentional sheet…(or flat screens) and dare you to read ūüėÄ