Refuge

The Lord is the stronghold of my life
Of whom shall I be afraid?
From what shall I quiver?
Where shall I dare not tread?

The Lord is my Redeemer
My refuge in times of trouble
Though I walk through the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil
For the Lord is before me
The light of my path
He will comfort me
With His rod and His staff
Fighting my battles
Waging my wars
Keeping me clothed in His love



Omo Okolo copyright reserved 2003

Not A Dog

Don't treat him like a dog
If he has no bark
Give him a label
Sew him a tag
Paint him colours he is not
Tell the world his cause is lost
Backlash, tonguelash wreck the home
Words are mortal sticks and stones
Picking nits when nits ain't in
Takes the flesh off everything
Scabs, sores, hollow walls
Casualties of flailing him

If a man is not barking
He is not a dog
Not pissing around to mark his spot
Not on the prowl for a bitch in heat
Not chasing bunnies in his sleep

A good man, they say, is hard to find
And some of us sisters have a gold mine
So don't treat him dirty
Don't make him pay
For every other brother who has gone astray

Some of us sisters, take the mick
Fault finding is our gig
Where we get our highs and rise
Feeling we are queens arrived

Look in the mirror I dare you
If you are never wrong
You had better change the view
Slant the mirror to make it straight
Look yourself in the face

Perfection to no man belongs
Correction always carries on
Burns a torch for all to see
That change is simply necessary

So sister if you diss your man
And feel he is some dog
Go get a leash, get a tag
If you are not the bitch about



Omo Okolo copyright reserved 2003

Black History Month...

for anyone who missed my return to the stage here goes.....


I am proud of my origin
thick curly hair
lips pouting wide
eyes widespread oval
with deep pools of light
rhythm in my soul
dancing in my stride
feet placed on the ground
wide hips pulsate
skin of bronze and luminous
voice of ancient melodies
jibes at my origin underline peculiarities
the wealth of a man is his enemies
envious of how great he has become
so next time you sit next to me
look into my eyes
you will see them dance
proudly to those ancient drums
melodies I bring along
from my native motherland

Omo Okolo copyright reserved 2003


I thoroughly enjoyed being on stage...doing my bit for Black History Month!

performance poetry

On a roll at the mo! really having so much fun! probably cos I'm doing what I love most right now! rhyme...verse....art....it's all good!

Performing on stage for Black History Month was a bit of an eye opener....hadn't been on stage since 2004...had actually forgotten what a buzz it is! really appreciate performance artists right now! the limelight aint easy! anyone who thinks it's a piece of cake seriously needs to back up that thought with FACT! words failed me for a few seconds but it seemed like forever!
I really look forward to performance poetry some time really soon....cos I enjoyed myself....

work to do.....

seriously need to update website!!! so busy painting...website in desperate need of revamp!!! need a web designer and fast!!!