Wordbead by Buki

This poem explores the intersection between self identity and politics. Delivered with energy and passion of the 2020 global citizen response to various world issues,  it questions the long term effectiveness of anger in  making sustainable change . What is the most effective way to use my voice to bring about the change we want to see...

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A bit of context before the poem!

An insightful, honest and energetic conversation between Chidinma Odesanya, Dinach Onuzo-i Ocholi and myself exploring identity through physical presentation.

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I try to explore the power or duty of sacrifice, pain and surrender  through this story. Enjoy!

The suitcase is a poem about love, power, sacrifice, agency, expectation and ultimately identity. 

How we tell the stories of others creates and sets their identity in our minds in ways that may well be inaccurate. Whoever owns the voice controls the narrative. Listen to the voice of our friend in this story ...

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An insightful, honest and energetic conversation between Chidinma Odesanya, Dinach Onuzo-i Ocholi and myself exploring identity through physical presentation. 

For full access to the poem visit https://wordbeadbybuki.co.uk/poems/the-hidden-thing

This episode is the first of the Wordbead by Buki Poetry series on identity. For a long-time we have focused on how we present externally especially with platforms like Facebook and LinkedIn which require  that we focus on curating an external story.

 The challenge is to look at how we present internally to ourselves. What truths or lies do we perpetuate within ourselves to maintain the world we have built?

With The Hidden Thing I explore issues raised by the questions  my daughter asked me in 2018 about her physical features most notably her soft brown curly afro hair.  Her questions made me realise that all children see the things we think are well hidden. Our shame, pain, guilt, disappointment, all the emotions we feel or believe  are well tucked away from their enquiring eyes they internalise if left unaddressed. 

Only the truth can sets free. Enjoy

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