Poems from Opwonya Joel Onen

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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 am not ash I am not bush I am not pain I am not hot enough I am not cold enough I am not sure of me I think am ready To curb your...
Misty morning, Dark inside the forest Blind enough to see tomorrow Eyes and hands penniless Mind and heart rotating over self Ears and legs...
If loving you is a flight, we would be Butterflies For I can't kiss air without a heart Where my kiss will just be a kiss That...
Pants are just like a watch man on night shift patrol When crystal of dews spewed over a cold heart, Because mornings comes with hot winds...
Back in those days, in the dust of creation When larks sings, owls give instrumentals and parrots raps Man live naked and didn't sinned...

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