Poems from Opwonya Joel Onen
Opwonya Joel Onen is a Ugandan poet from Northern part, Acoli land. He is the founder of an international poetry group, POETRY AT HAND INITIATIVE UGANDA based on Facebook and a student undertaking Literature and History.
EARLY LIFE.
Opwonya Joel Onen was born on 27th November,2001 to Mr. Onen Emmanuel and Mrs Oyella Christine Onen. His early poetry began in 2020 and became known internationally, with his poem 'WHEN I PEN' one of his second hand written poetry album. The poem was translated into a Hindu folks (language) by one of his Indian fan and follower. He however started writing together with one of his friend who passed away on 24th December 2020, Picho Abdallah Khim who was published after his demise in MY COUNTRY AND HER MUSING NEIGHBOURS a East African Anthology. Picho his late friend was born on 24th October,2001 a month before Opwonya's birth.
Opwonya also wishes to be an outstanding poet, writer and author of his time. He started writing also some spoken words that is making him a great mind poet in his community. He wrote a spoken word lyrics, an elegy about the death of The Lion Of Mogadishu, Maj. General Paul Lokec which due to some studio false misconduct made the audio to crash on the recording studio database. But all in all he is a spoken word artist who writes in his mother language and currently he's working on his first Spoken Word Dub Poem album entitled GIN MANYEN or A NEW THING or SOMETHING NEW. He is an an Acoli one of the ethnic group of The Luo people in Uganda, North of the country.
Opwonya is also a researcher, free thinker and a philosopher basing his studies and thoughts on Culture, Earth, History nd Love. He is also a Pan African growing writer
I keep on wondering,
In the absence of your eyes
That shine like the waters of the Nile
Its moisturising flapping
And elegant blushing.
Oh...
There's darkness residing in me
By the grace and mercy
Flowing through the lonely river
That has not touched your hands
In the other dark...
I don't love your voice
They soften the night
I don't love your smiles
They are not bitter
I don't love your personality
It's like that of...
When the pain is painful,
The gain is gainful
To the hypocrite
When I die here, my house
Has to be hurried with me
When I die here, my...
After the rain is over, sun will shine
I will remember the mud we played on
And the sand we embraced the looks
How cute and beautiful your...