Life is a cruel fact!
or maybe, we celebrate death and dying more.
Pain, we paint as victory.
When a story is told,
The overcoming of hard times is stressed,
‘Marcus, who suffered erroneous jail time, died lonely’.
‘Zulu, who defeated the British, was killed by his brothers’
Emphasis is on cruelty and death,
What more has life to offer other than this?
According to our fashion,
Ceasing is a cruel thing
Maybe it is not.
There’s no perfect world,
the murders and wounds,
rapes and plunder
disagreements and musings
The silent killers, roam this world with impunity
having an authority letter, by Lucifer stamped.
Yet, we all dream of beauty!
You are the Huawei, Y9, 2019
…that graced Twitter since April 2019.
I have carried you with care,
never falling hard even once,
Numerous blogposts you have served,
…like a donkey, perfect and reserved.
Tears
You chose a nice time to leave me
Huawei, Y9, 2019
There’s no God,
For who worships him, when am not?
I am, so, I make it happen.
I create an image of him, in my mind
and bow to the one I have created.
Fashioned out of the many fears, and dreads
and wishes of peace.
Longings from past existence, moulds him to whatever I like,
to be prayed to
and to be forgotten
to be inquired of
and to be sidelined
to be begged, when a thousand worries cripple
In the emptiness,
the nothingness that shines through persistently
HeShe wakes up,
That’s it
Ken was well known,
Ouko was loved,
Ken, when he walked into class, his scent, an expensive perfume would have filled the hall beforehand,
He straddled confidently,
With a permanent smile,
A smile of knowing, of years of experience,
He looked younger than his age.
His voice would fill the whole 844 MPH hall,
His laughter, magnetic!
He wasn’t a fan of standing in one place lecturing,
He would pace everywhere…
at the back, middle, front, side and another side.
His lectures are unforgettable,
He was well-dressed, engaging, succinct, full of life.
Rest in power Ken Ouko
It is dark on this earth,
Men and women walk past swiftly
Hurried steps to catch the days provision
Of empty souls,
Of naked fears, these are enchanted to…
Never sparing a second for life, to breathe easy, to live.
Darkness!
I know where it is not dark,
In the scary beyond lies a perfection.
Stand back and take a leap of faith.
We begin…
Now, Love is a Ring poem is one of the over 200 poems in Parliament of Owls collection published in 2016 by Native Intelligence & Goethe Institut under the Contact Zones Series
What is Love is a Ring?
We did the video purely for the launch and didn’t expect that it would garner the kind of positive reaction at the launch. Contrary to what some people thought, Love is a Ring was not an assertion of polygamy or anything of that sort.
Tell us more
It was a sweet missive to the Kenyan woman, appreciating the beauty and “cultural aesthetic” of the Kenyan woman beyond tribe. And of course, therein you’ll find some clever “stereotypes” yet they only footnote the rhythm and the rhyme…The Kenyan woman is Naliaka, Adhiambo, Kwamboka, Cherop, Wambui, Fatuma, etc…she’s not necessarily defined by her name but she can be defined by the beauty of her culture…and of course character
Parting shot
There’s beauty in our individuality as tribes and from this we can “collage” love as one people…
About Adipo Sidang
VIDEO
2014
Yes,
The gods are dead,
We’ve been cheated out of them
There’s nothing like nothingness,
Coz, in the void between my thoughts,
I discovered myself,
Standing strong and infinite,
Sharing in the characteristics of your created gods,
I am.
I know myself
June, 2020
Of oppression.
We walk the earth, mostly cheated out of ourselves.
We live a life, decided by others,
We suffer, where we should be merry
Our lighting star, at birth, dimmed
2020 June.
As a jobless young man,
I trudge along each day
knowing that, a man who kills himself is a waste,
there are other things that a man can do when they reach the end of their wits;
Things like doing what they feared most & death at this point is not what they feared most,
life is
22nd May 2020