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.
The freedom to discover truth is integral to anarchy. The right to revolt, deeply sourced in history. Who knows if revolution can establish a democracy? At least let us be rid of the slime of corrupt bureaucracy. – Lock and load my friend, fire words straight and true against the artifice of society in which […]
We fall in love numerous ways, oft-times despite oneself. Other times, on lustrous days it feels just right with oneself. Either way, if you want him to stay; please fall out of love with yourself.
The boss called me over, he gave me that look The one that says “Butty, there ain’t no more work” I begged and I pleaded to stay on the books He snarled as he spat – ” I don’t give a fook” He said, Pal, you can like it or lump it oright? Pal, you […]
One of my earliest life-lesson pieces, written in a quieter voice than most of the collection. I’ve outgrown parts of it, perhaps, but not the truth in its wings. There’s nothing about the caterpillar that tells you what’s to come. That it will morph into a butterfly in the warmth of a summer sun. The […]
Song https://soundcloud.com/pete-akinwunmi/euphoria Recorded by GTFBi who were, at that time: Will Smith and ‘Wiffa’ (Nigel) Smith, guitars, Richie Whelan, bass guitar, Gareth ‘The Beast’ Morgan, drums and Pete Aki’i, main vocals, harmonica and sax. Take care when you wear your brightest smile, it can make you blind. I know you can see the silver linings […]
It was past three o’clock on a summer afternoon The road was blistered, my sweat ran sleek. I could smell a force 10 was coming soon, silence hung heavy and it cut real deep. Air so dry, it cut my throat to speak so I just wet my face in what was left of the […]
In Saint Ironic’s hospital, all cases need its haven;but it’s not a place for the chicken-hearted, not a place for the craven.Of the heroes that live in there – it’s said that they are ravingAnd the inquisitors who work in there,have somehow convinced themselvesIt’s souls they are saving. There’s a man who is dementing whose […]
Banana Boy (Edited Version) Ssad tales or success stories? Here they’re two sides of the same view. Our childhoods aren’t a choice, but how we carry it is. Being a Barnardo’s boy, an accident of empire. I grew up as a lonely kid, surrounded by children in a giant echoing house. But I and my […]
When I was a boy, I was on my own; wondering who I was and what life would be like when I’m grown. I’d lie on my back in the sun, win all the races I hadn’t even run, weave fantasies and dream of the man I would become while searching out faces in the […]
They tried to bury my heart in Ninian Park the headstone said I was done. But the spirit flew high into the blue-bird sky across the road to our new stadium. Then the sky so blue changed its hue and things got messed in my head. But from November to May our team led the […]
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)