DEJI DIPEOLU

Live your best life. Be the best you. Make no apologies.

TRAUMA

PoetryDeji DipeoluComment

They broke your skin from you
Tore your tongues from your mouths with such ferocity
You may never find thread strong enough to bind it back to you
And if
By some minor miracle
You reclaim the tongue that was your mother's
It is temporary
You cannot pass it to your children
This is the trauma of colonization

Give me pause

Deji DipeoluComment

Hesitation, an almost mortal infringement, the eighth deadly sin, so to speak; amidst the hustle, disrupting the orderly bustle of big city life. Londoners, both native and adopted wear disdain for those who pause; like a badge of honor, a certificate of their status, a reward of exclusivity for those who have made it here and stayed. Those of us who have found a way to legitimately call London “home”.

I, myself have been guilty of many a sideways glance and/or exasperated sigh, sometimes even throwing the odd eye-roll in the direction of the confused tourist, overwhelmed shopper, preoccupied student who made the grave error of waiting to get to the barriers before patting down his pockets to retrieve his travel pass.

We hurriedly navigate a path around the mildly irritating obstacle and carry on with our days, and largely on autopilot, we never take a moment to stop and think . To ruminate on the direction we ourselves are headed, and for what purpose.

It may be time to hit pause

how to live your life

Ruthless AuthenticityDeji DipeoluComment

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Martin Niemoller

Give me a thousand words, you can keep the picture

Ruthless AuthenticityDeji Dipeolu1 Comment

Over the last few years, I have struggled, trying to find my artistic identity. In that time, I  have experimented with music (an ill-advised and largely unfruitful attempt at learning the guitar) and photography, which honestly, I do quite enjoy.

However, i have always been - and in my heart, will always be - a writer. Words, for me,  transcend the limits of any other form of expression. They speak directly to my soul and make me fall in love with the author.

In short, it's great to be writing again and I look forward to sharing this rediscovery of my first love with any who will do me the honor of coming along with me. Here, I will lay myself bare, my thoughts, opinions, my truth.

Welcome to Ruthless Authenticity.

angels don't tarry

Ruthless AuthenticityDeji DipeoluComment

I didn't believe it at first. It was some sort of cruel joke, and it wasn't funny.

In my mind, I went over the hows, the whys. It did not seem possible that one, such as you, so full of life could so suddenly be devoid it.
But angels don't tarry and that's what you were, an angel, bringing light to all you touched.
Loved by all, your light will carry on burning in the hearts of all who knew you.
Too soon, but God calls his angels home when He will.

You have left a void, but we recognize that to be absent with us is to be present with Him.


We will celebrate you, dear friend.

Happy birthday Bisi.