Posts by Juliet 'Kego Ume-Onyido

#FloetrybyJulietKego: GATED HEAVENS



We shall meet there at heaven’s gate
Where a cross makes new life for the late
And a molten grace dissolves despair
Spring of love flows through walls of fear
Tingly laughter drowns our choking cries
Truth whispers; she buries weighted lies

Aye, then, as our faith takes root
Beloved, away we go, to take a tour
On a laughter-lit, narrow angels’ route
Darkness & demons make a detour
Far from us, at the cross-road junction
To us shall flow the holy unction

And after a winter’s chill of shrivelled leaves
Spring peeks shyly; in death (s)he lives~JK

(c) Juliet ‘Kego

2017: New Management, New Directions!

I can’t believe 2017 is almost at our shores! 2016 was a kaleidoscope of so many different developmental strides, events, collaborations, loss, deaths, re-births, challenges and triumphs. Ultimately, if there was a word to describe 2016 for my team and I, it would be ADVOCACY.

We finally wrapped a couple of advocacy cases in different sectors and embarked on some foundational reforms around sexual abuse in two tertiary institutions.

For 2017, my focus is geared towards social enterprise (specifically, economic empowerment); creating sustainable opportunities for young creatives (through the POETRY4Change platform, in collaboration with Praxis Magazine Online); developing structured mentorship spaces, angel investing synergies and micro-lending platforms for youth in different streams of the social enterprise value chain.

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#PoetryMasterClass: “My Lord, Tell Me Where To Keep Your Bribe?” By Niyi Osundare

[Originally published on Sahara Reporters on Oct 26, 2016 and culled from]

A poem by the renowned Nigerian poet Niyi Osundare.


My Lord

   Please tell me where to keep your bribe?

Do I drop it in your venerable chambers

Or carry the heavy booty to your immaculate mansion

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Random Musings: Happy Thanksgiving Canada!

Happy Thanksgiving

‪#‎FindingTheEXTRAORDINARYinTheOrdinary‬ There’s something magical about thanksgiving, in particular cooking for beloved family and friends. All the clanging of crockery, the loud clunking of pots and pans. The spices floating up our senses and all around the home.

The excited chatter of young and old voices, the sly and naughty peeks into the many pots, still cooking on the stove; tasting a sauce here, a piece of meat there, a still-warm piece of bread, fresh out of the oven.

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126. Floetry by JulietKego: A Perfect Kiss […with the universe]

juliet-kego-ume-onyido-poet-the-home-makerI often think that there’s a sacred time when dusk kisses dawn. And sometimes, you wake up into the arms of the universe and your heart stops as you witness the heaven kiss the earth, in what must be an age-long tradition.

One of many magical moments we miss each day: a kiss with the universe, a dance with the gods, a good night sleep with angels, a mating of dreams to reality, smiling into a giggling sun, flirty touches of the rains, teasing clean smell of the wind, the seduction of a detached and cool earth…

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