This year came as heavy as zinc, asking
us if we are human enough to care,
human enough to shed our skin,
break down our walls and stand
naked together.

We have watched the first quarter
sweep the world like a hurricane,
twisting, turning and taking away all
that helps us survive and all
that we thought we needed to survive
while asking us if our humanity still lives.

We have had many strands
of words dropped on our laps.
Most of them floating
in the air like viruses
spraying droplets of fear,
sending us behind glass doors
with our tails between our legs.
I am here to remind us
that some weeds are plants.
So, let’s not let the fear
of the destructive nature of weeds
overshadow the good therein.

Let’s see behind the glass doors
how we have been able to lockdown our humanity,
how it has blossomed as we care for each other,
with many giving up their lives in service to others.
However let’s not be masked
from how our fears have driven us
to shed some of the said humanity like onions,
with a few of us rolling in dirt like pigs,
fighting over essentials like starved lions and hyenas.
Let’s see this as a guideline of how not to live.

Let’s enjoy how Mother Nature
in her isolation has started to heal
and let’s join her in this journey
to connect and to search
for that greatness within us
which has been buried in the dust settled
from our attempt to catch up with a world
that has been on the fast track for centuries.

This too will pass and when it does
we must remember all the lessons
we have learnt because we will need to hold up
those who this will break and
cheer on those who this will make.

Let’s enjoy the slow pace of this season
and search for that greatness within us all.
So that when this is all over,
we may come into a refreshed world
as better versions of ourselves.
Making the sacrifice of those
we have lost in this turbulence
all worth it.


Man Be

Be the man you needed
in your corner as a girl.

Then be in the corner of a boy
that needs a man like that
in his corner.

Woman Be

Be the woman you needed
In your corner as a girl.

Then be in the corner of a girl
that needs a woman like that
in her corner.

Letter to Self

Dear Self,
I’ll like to remind you
that on this path you thread,
there will be times to hold
and times to fold.
There will be battles won
and lost and there will always be
two sides of the coin.
So head on and leave the tails behind
for there are opportunities to explore
and a million miles to cover
between the head and the tail.
Lots of love

Starting Point.

As the day end;
Offices shut down computers,
Stores pull down their shutters,
We all shuffle along carrying snowflakes on our eyelashes.
We swing our white heads
To the music of hope
For it is the end of an old week
And the start of a new month.
As doors open into walkways, feet’s
Drawing wet patterns on the floor,
A woman in a skinny blue jeans,
Black heels and red lipstick says to another
While they navigate the corner
Like a nail and a magnet.
“I can feel the love in the air,
this is it, this is the month
love makes good on it promises.
I already bought…” her voice is drawn out by the blast from a golden Hummer Jeep.
To all who feel the breeze at the edge
Of the cliff – it take only one person who
Believes in you to lift you like an hot air ballon
To a place where stars are born.
It takes you loving yourself to let go
To be carried like a feather to a place
where you blossom. It takes a month
like February and days like Valentine’s Day
To remind you that even though love can be
A two edged sword, loving yourself is always
The best place to start.

Orchid from Ashes

Fire rages and dances with the air as
So much of the past year
Go up in smoke. Letters of love
And hate, lists of vegetables
And different flavours of ice
Cream, contracts and resolutions,
Have gone on to blossom or die
And now lie in a heap of ashes.

We died with the year and rose anew
Blessed with blank pages and coloured pens
To write new lists and draw fairies into existence.
We cross off demons from the past year
And paint an invite to the angels of good fortune.

Today, we travel light with a clean slate
And an empty bag to pick up all that is good
and dandy as we grow with the year
I begin this year with you, faith and hope
And the conviction that orchids will grow
From ashes of the year past.

Living in November

There is a joy to being alive today.
The leaves that started this journey
with us lay lifeless on our streets. We
watch the skeletal frame of their naked
home dance in the chilly wind
as we snug our jacket up to ur chin
under the moon. We are alive,
taking in fresh breathe while
the year that was once new prepares
to draw its last. We choose
to breathe-in the festivity of Christmas
and breathe out the frustrations of goals
our hands could not reach. We choose
to bask under the sparkles in the sky
and ignore the darkness that now envelope
the sun, leaving us with only a few hours
of daylight. We choose
to leave October behind to
enjoy the prospect of December
while living fully in November.

We choose to live today, knowing
today is a good day to be alive.

@Kayo Logun



When the sun stops


where do you go

for warmth.


When they call you
They say a prayer
They draw goodness
Like magnet draws nails

When you say your name
You fill the cup of greatness
Buried within you
From ages past

When we say our names
The wide gates of heaven
Are thrown open for
Our world to be showered
With unlimited Joy.

Keep teaching them
how to say your name
And make sure they
Call it with a “K”

They need to say it right
When your blessings
Becomes the sun.

@ Kayologun

Dedicated to EYEZ. Sorry I missed your birthday.

Raise a Glass

July may lay a heavy burden on our hearts
Serving us a cold mix of dread and uncertainty
With its nature of a beginning racing towards an end.
Life in July may lay on a fast lane
Sliding down the year while
Snacking on the minutes we feed our dreams
Making us put a peg on things
But all dreams have to be reactivated
For what are we without them?
All our plans must be reviewed
As work done in the past few months
Are bringing in opportunities in a sleigh.
So I have placed a bottle of bubbly in a bucket
And will raise a glass to what the bottom
Of this year has in its cooler.
The question is
Will you join me?