The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)Hello there... I'm Pete Akinwunmi, aspiring poet, singer, harmonica player, saxophonist, sports psych & erstwhile rugby player. On this site you’ll find my writings in the form of poems and song lyrics (a few of both accompanied by video footage) expressing my love of words, word play and fun expressing personal psychological insights related to being the best you can be or at least as happy as possible with what you are.
Verse 1 I remember whispering inside, “Enough. I’m done.” I’d tasted love’s bright dawn and its blacked-out sun. I stood so sure of the choice I’d locked away, yet silence pinned my tongue. I could not say. . That morning, keys in hand, I paused mid-stride, turned at the door to take one last look […]
(June 2025) One year ago, we queued to vote, ballots to cast into dreams and hope. We chose the red to end the blue, Believed in lies dressed up as new. But now the mask slips off with speed: The rat gnaws, its prey bleeds. . The Starmer state so sharp and cold Doles out […]
THE LION’S TOOTH: Split Grace I’m not just a weed in a wind-blown place, Not a blot on your grass, not your neatened disgrace. I’m a brief gold flare that won’t stay buried, A child of the edges, unsanctioned, uncarried. I rise where you never thought life would root, Through concrete seams, through the drag […]
The world breaks everyone. Quietly at first, like fog through stone, then louder, until the fault lines show, in places even we don’t know. It snaps the string that’s tuned too tight, casts shadows of angst beneath its light, scuffs your name with wind and sand until you barely understand what held you once, what […]
Morning does not ask permission. It turns its pages, sharp as frost, and writes our names in ink that dries too fast. Bills pester. Doors expect opening. Time keeps its boot on the stair. . Inside, something is ripped a single page torn from your history. Your mind fraying like rope being hauled over a […]
. Here I am, approaching seventy-five, and now I re-define myself: I am a bridge. A quiet span between what was and what’s still becoming. I was born in one Britain, now I’m parked in its digital offspring. Coal smoke, milk floats, tin baths, wages folded brown and exact on Fridays, the mangle’s iron mouth […]
Forget the dream of your ‘five-year plan’, Your PowerPoint to glory’s gate; Just do the thing that’s in your hand, And do it well coz the rest can wait. . Don’t chase down joy as if it’s a fox, You’ll scare it deep into its lair Stay busy, kind, even unorthodox, And let delight hold […]
I was told of a fellow named *Russell one day, who apparently died (well sort of) in May, then returned from a coma of thirty-nine nights to declare that all matter is… crystallised lights? . Now I’m no philosopher, truthfully, friend, I’m the sort who forgets how a sentence should end! So imagine my panic […]
For Madame Abomah There are those who measured her inches but missed the weight of her will. They saw six-foot-ten inches of spectacle and none of the woman still. They named her Abomah, like fable plucked from Dahomey flame. Crowned her ‘Queen of the Giants’, yet they never asked her name. . Take this stand, […]
THE BEAUTIFUL VIOLENCE OF BECOMING!Two separate poems, but, as I’ve today realised belong together as a ‘diptych’. ‘Standing Out’ is the assault, the shaping pressure of malice.‘Still Standing’ shows how the internal alchemy of risk, gratitude and defiant life follows. I. STANDING OUT They spat hatred at himtwisted, savage cursesshaped to wound.Still, inside,he knew he […]
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)