Iwori Aweda contemplation on being

There once existed
A version of me
Full of life and laughter
Unapologetically loud
Dancing along the boundaries of
What is and what could be
Unafraid to explore every
Corner of the earth
Driving full speed towards
An unknown horizon
I miss that person
It happened almost imperceptibly
Little by little
Through the years
This place
These people
This America
Blew out his light
With its puritanical veil
What irony that both
Liberal and conservative
Smothered the flame
In almost equal measure
Two ends of the spectrum
Actually meeting at the other end
Of a circle
I grieve that version
Of myself
His light
His confidence
His fire
He would not recognize
Me in the mirror
It’s hard to blame anyone really
They likely all had other versions
Of themselves
Snuffed out
By their own
Trials and tribulations 

My heart stained with the bitterness
Of their criticisms and judgements
I sometimes think about what
In another world
Another place
Another country
That me
Would have become
It hasn’t been all bad
Life has had
Amazing moments
So many beautiful memories
But I do wish
That version of me
Could have experienced them
First hand
If I could speak to him
I would tell him
To not let the naysayers
The people who disliked him
Who couldn’t appreciate his flame
Diminish his spark
I would tell him to
Have the courage to leave his path
For one that might let him be

Contemplation on the odu Eji Ogbe (and marriage)

I am the one
Who has created this place
This world within
Filled with dreams of
What could be
What should be
So beautiful
So bold
So alive
A window into the very
Essence of my soul
Yet somehow
Whichever way I turn
There lies a mirror
That carries within it
A portrait of the world
As it is
Sometimes colliding
Sometimes reflecting
Sometimes creating
New versions of
My world
It is inescapable
This marriage
Between the world I want and
The world I have been given
For better
For worse
For richer
For poorer
Until death
Do us part

Contemplation on Odu Oyekun Ogbe

If you stop to notice
God
Is just a name for that which is
Unknowable
You might understand our
Common ground
We all agree that God is unknowable
Even the most devoted amongst us
We all agree that the Universe is unknowable
Even the most scientific amongst us
So why can’t we see that
As much as we are different
We are the same
Perhaps if we could
We would be able to
Listen and Learn
From each other
Instead of
Calling each other names

Contemplation for the times, on Oyeku Meji

Critical thinking is the 

barrier between 

freedom and submission

without it

we are destined to be 

slaves 

to those in power