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.
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 […]
Six years old, yet burdened with a nation’s pungent breath, she walked through hatred’s furnace as if fear itself felt death. Four marshals flanked her footsteps, their badges cold as rocks while stones of slur and vicious eyes erupted from every block. . Walls smeared poisonous graffiti racist curses, perfidious lies the kind that stain […]
I don’t have a nerve in my body, left to get excited they’ve been burned away by the angst and pain I’ve had to live with. Life has treated me so hard, I never get scared and I never get mad, I’m just waiting for the thrill to end all thrills. Waiting for dawn’s songbirds […]
Humphrey Dumphy, M.P., sat on a wall, Humphrey Dumphy, M.P., had a great fall from grace – with some predatorial men who preyed on boys for fun. so Humphrey Dumphy, M.P., jumped from favour, not law; no trial, no cell. He jumped before the reckoning fell And that was THE END.
In a grave for the living, rationing my breath I guard comrades fighting within themselves to stay in the tiny sliver of death we call sleep. In wartime, sleeping is close to, yet as far from living as it’s possible to be. April’s sun lazes over the horizon, it’s anaemic light revealing life midst the […]
GRASPING THE NETTLE. Five years old, suddenly alone; in a Childrens’ Home.He was cared for, as one of manywhich crushed and confused his identityand meant a little boy grew, without self-value. Eight years later and his mind is full ofself-loathing imaginings intertwined like bramble.Dispiriting thoughts, tangled; like the curls on his head,as if tousled and […]
When I was young, seventeen going on eighteen feeling fit and powerful, there was no stopping me. At school Phys-Ed teachers said, “You’re built to compete,” said I had the body of a perfect athlete and I must admit, I thought the world was at my feet. Me and my best friend Llewellyn – we […]
I was born in Cardiff in 1951. At 5 years old I was taken from my mother, to live in a Dr. Barnardo’s Childrens’ Home in Cardiff. Later, aged 9, I was transferred to a Home in Aberdare, where I lived until I was 16. However while in Cardiff (just prior to Christmas 1957) a […]
I piggy-back my Mrs; she feels almost weightless, both our kids are laughing uncontrollably riding on my feet. Their arms enfold my calves, and their giggling grins carve smiles on our faces too. Ahead, along the path, the gnarled, spirit hands of ancestors reach without grasping. I trudge contentedly.
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)