Imagine

Imagine there’s no heaven

It’s easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people

Living for today…


Imagine there’s no countries

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people

Living life in peace…


You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will be as one


Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people

Sharing all the world…


You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope someday you’ll join us

And the world will live as one.


John Lennon

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The Med

3,072 people have died since January 2015 according to one-europe.com
3,072 people have died since January 2015 according to one-europe.com

The woes and cries, last minute prayers

The mass of humanity perished

Hopes of a better life

All aboard ships and dingy boats

As it sails through hungry cold waters
Babies shiver on breasts

Mothers, with tears in their eyes

Silently wail

Sniffing as they know they may be

Coming to the end of their lives
Fathers and brothers

Struggle to retain their manhood

Against all odds

The dingy unsteady rocks

The Mediterranean thirsty eager for more bodies, eager for breakfast or is it dinner?

It was a fight to the finish

Supposedly because of their faith,

Men are thrown in

For added measure, they women and little ones jump in too

Mirgrants
Can we stop this waste of lives?

No one tries to save

Every one bruised and battered by the coldness and cruelty of life

The dingy falters

Europe is no heaven but to these ones

Europe: hope of migrants

Eritrea,Somalia, Nigeria, Gambia, Syria
And Libyan governments keep silent

They see but refuse to speak or act

On the blood that lies at their door steps

The savagery of the headlines ’30 times more than last year’ provokes not a word

Some Europeans are stirred

This has got to stop they scream

They are here because we invaded their lands
The Med does not care

The Med wants more

At the bottom of its waters

Trapped migrants in their sunken vessel

Lips never to be kissed

Breasts never to be sucked

Hands never again to clap

Kids who will never graduate

Men who will never ever be buried

Had they known?

The death of dreams

The death of lives

The death of deaths

The Med
Tundun Adeyemo(c) May 2015

Bye Ed

They won. I am upset because I didn’t see this coming. I genuinely believed Labour had a fighting chance of getting rid of the bad guys. ….the bedroom tax people, the people who have not done enough to prevent 900k people from surviving on food banks, the party that allows illegal immigrants to remain 20 years before any chance of naturalisation.

They are not the bad guys after all. The British people have spoken. They have said what we need to pay attention to. They want a leader as tough looking as Cameron and even though the austerity is biting, they don’t care because the deficit is shrinking. Or is it?

If you look at the sea of red in London, ethnic minorities came out and voted for Labour because they feel it is a party that listens to the little people. Will this government fight for the little people all across this country? Will this Goverment address the negative rhetoric that has been channeled against minorities? Is this the beginning of something special? I am not sure.

In all fairness, I love this country. Democracy, the rule of the people works. I love the people of South Thanet who threw Mr Nigel Farage out. The people spoke. I respect that.  What I am hearing is that this is not the time for Labour.  We will arise again. We shall make a come back. These same people will kick out the Tories when they have had enough.

They won. I get that:(

Labour must win o!!

I have a couple of minutes whilst I wait for a meeting to spend here. My thoughts are on #GE2015, I know I will

be spending the night watching the TV and waiting. I cannot dare think of what the mood would be like nationally if Labour wins this election. Everyone I have spoken to have voted Labour. Is this what is happening nationally.

Several thoughts: if all African/ Common wealth people in this country vote Labour, we are still not enough to clinch this victory. Or are we?

I must go now.

Common Labour!!! Common people!

PS: do you know anyone who hasn’t voted?

The Right Person!

BREIS (breeze) is one of the most exciting rap artists out of London via Nigeria and is back with an incredible single, ‘The Right Person’ produced by Nigerian producer Dr. Frabz.

‘The Right Person’ is arguably the best love song you’ll hear this year about finding that special someone, amidst pressure from family members to get married and is absolutely hilarious. BREIS’ storytelling skills, seasoned flow and wordplay shines over this dance inducing Afro Hip Hop groove. The cool vocals of Mide and singer songwriter Ebisan add to the flavor of the song.

Still I rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

I am back!

So it has been months since I last wrote. I am not even sure I can write again. I am rusty and dusty. Here goes: a true writer never dies. This is my come back.

I left so suddenly and unexpectedly. No, nothing bad happened. I just found it increasingly hard to make time to write.

Life got in the way. There is always a lot happening.

So, I am going to try to get back to where I was.

I am back! Watch this space.

Tundun Adeyemo