Opwonya Joel Onen is a Ugandan poet from Northern part, Acoli land. He is the C.E.O and founder of an international poetry group, POETRY AT HAND INITIATIVE UGANDA based on Facebook and a student undertaking Literature and History EARLY LIFE. Opwonya Joel Onen was born on 27th November,2001 to Mr. Onen Emmanuel and Mrs Oyella Christine Onen. His early poetry began in 2020 and became known internationally, with his poem 'WHEN I PEN' one of his second hand written poetry album. The poem was translated into a Hindu folks (language) by one of his Indian fan and follower. He however started writing together with one of his friend who passed away on 24th December 2020, Picho Abdallah Khim who was published after his demise in MY COUNTRY AND HER MUSING NEIGHBOURS a East African Anthology. Picho his late friend was born on 24th October,2001 a month before Opwonya's birth. Opwonya also wishes to be an outstanding poet, writer and author of his time. He started writing also some spoken words that is making him a great mind poet in his community. He wrote a spoken word lyrics, an elegy about the death of The Lion Of Mogadishu, Maj. General Paul Lokec which due to some studio false misconduct made the audio to crash on the recording studio database. But all in all he is a spoken word artist who writes in his mother language currently working on his Spoken Word Dub Poem album entitled GIN MANYEN or A NEW THING or SOMETHING NEW. He is an an Acoli one of the ethnic group of The Luo people in Uganda, North of the country. Opwonya is also a researcher, free thinker and a philosopher basing his studies and thoughts on Culture, Earth and Love. He is also a Pan African growing writer and unpublished author working on his first anthology WILD HEART soon to be released.
'How much do you love me? '
'Have you seen the milky ways, ' I asked
'How much do you love me! ', she asked angrily
'Having seen them, that's how much
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If loving you is a flight, we would be
Butterflies
For I can't kiss air without a heart
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As my brain washes the blossoms
My night kindled the portion
Negating the demise of dawn
On a night walk to the towns
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She sits on the couch and read the solfa
She strikes the keys in melody that
Blazes sparkle in unity
As though she teaches her mother
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As usual to my muscles, a break burn deep in my love router. in the morning sipping coffee and bitting slices of bread. I reach out for a reward of love shown on your face. the wavy hair your head grows ripe my weary jungle. as they seem a real love, I nod for more in the morning. peeping to the reflection in our eyes, mingling our fingers, toasting cups, freezing in the mist, enjoying crisp of the rain rippling on the coarse glass window. We make love like kites and air, like rain and thunder, like tooth paste and brush, like coffee and love. like morning and dawn, birds and song, king and crown, day and night, peace and unity.... Sweetheart, in Acoli we say 'Ocok man ki bye ne' meaning 'Each wild pepper with his own anthill (problem) as a sign of romantic partnership glued
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