The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)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 […]
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.
I heard you chatting to Mercy and Goodness, saw you courting Favour too. I was told you were playing with Success, just after you’d kissed Breakthrough. It seemed you were running with Blessings, Elegance, Bravado, Romance, The world at your feet, not regretting, it was you taught St. Vitus to dance. Things have changed since […]
Posthumous words, yet the man is still alive, Not long for this world but still waits for dawn to arrive. His life, interred as is, his hope. Now he sees his world through a kaleidoscope. Yet he lives, as if. He lives – as if. Scarlet clouds drift through unfamiliar skies. His blood, his sweat, […]
I learned very early,what to do with opportunity;take it while it sitsfor it never rests long.If a chance is there, seize it.For you to smile as you reminisceopportunities must be grabbed and kissedfor there will always be an opportunistwho’ll snatch for the chances you will miss. Some hold moments in their graspas if trying to […]
The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)