Welcome to Pete Aki’ blog-ode

Click the following link to go straight to individual pieces**(https://pakinwunmi.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/hello-world/)

I don’t pretend to write poetry that has any profound literary merit, neither do I claim to have any unique gift, I merely observe, read and express myself, inspired by words of others wiser than I, and by the passions that are stoked in me by emotions both wonderful and perverse.

The writer writes, the reader perceives.  Well dear Reader, I write **  – the rest is up to you. What you understand, how you understand and when you understand are all a function of your experience, your thoughts, your passions and your hurts.I write what I write because it’s there to be written, some pieces flow effortlessly out of me and I enjoy the process much like enjoying a  desperately needed pee! Others, like constipation, have to be forced and there’s a lot of gritting of teeth and pushing, sort of like giving birth! Other pieces spurt from me with almost ejaculatory grandeur; overwhelming me – leaving me breath-taken, shaking – sometimes because I have given a part of me, other times because it leaves me cold.

This link is one of the autobiographical pieces included on the site – all of which you can access under the ‘Autobiog’ category.

Writing my memoirs (https://pakinwunmi.com/2021/05/29/autobiography-a-different-kind-of-valley-boy/) is an ongoing project which I will continue to conduct within these pages. Just find the page entitled ‘Autobiography; A Different Kind of Valley Boy’ and you can help me complete this rather large piece of work!

All categories are available at the end of the list of individual pieces in red at the very bottom of this page. I hope you enjoy what you read.

**(https://pakinwunmi.com/about-2/)

Pete Aki’i

“Utopias are not chimeras, they are the most noble dreams of the people.The dream of fairness & equality; the dream that land&housing should belong to everyone because you are a person not a piece of merchandise to be speculated with…”

(The Spanish Robin Hood!)

Mr Peter Akinwunmi (also known as Pete Ak’i) asserts the right to be identified as the author of all poems, blog posts, photographs and other original creative content featured on this website in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Enjoy what you read

**(https://pakinwunmi.wordpress.com/2011/04/20/hello-world/)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

Peter’s story is written in resilience. Born into Barnardo’s, raised in valleys and chapels where silence bruised as much as noise, he found refuge in books long before he had the language to call them salvation. Dickens, Blyton, Dumas, Twain, Orwell and Hardy were his first companions—voices that showed him loneliness could be inked, and that words could carry him further than circumstance ever allowed.

From boyhood into manhood, he turned every fracture into fuel. He busked until his lips bled, played sax and harmonica in pubs and festivals, and learned that music, like poetry, was never his to keep but always his to give. He worked, raised children, became a father and a grandfather, and carried his scars with humour and candour. In every role—poet, musician, activist, storyteller—he has insisted on truth, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts.

His writing spans memoir and myth, satire and sermon, intimate love poems and furious political indictments. He moves easily from the valleys of Wales to the slave ships of history, from playground giggles to revolutionary chants, from tender confessions to sharp denunciations of power. What unites it all is a refusal to be silent, a determination to grasp nettles with bare hands and turn the sting into song.

Peter writes not to boast survival, but to prove it. He writes for his children, his grandchildren, his ancestors, and for strangers who might hear themselves in his voice. His poems and stories ask readers to risk, to rage, to remember, and to rise—because to him, the act of writing has always been an act of living.

8 replies on “Welcome to Pete Aki’ blog-ode”

Still the biggest snob I ever met. Looks down his nose and sends his boy to posh boy school, and sure enough, bred an even worse one. A sociologist too. Ha.

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Furthermore I’m not a sociologist though I’ve studied it and taught it and all three of my sons I’m immensely proud of. That either of them is “worse than me” in any respect is laughably untrue. What on earth is your motive for insulting me?

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