Opwonya Joel Onen is a Ugandan poet from Northern part, Acoli land. He is the C.E.O of an international poetry group, POETRY AT HAND INITIATIVE and a student.
Opwonya Joel Onen was born on 27th November,2001 to Onen Emmanuel and Oyella Christine. His early poetry began in 2020 and gained international fame, with his poem 'WHEN I PEN' and he later friends from all over the world started close follow up for this young poet. He however started writing together with one of his friend who passed on on 24th December,2020, Picho Abdallah Khim. He is now a founder of Poetry At Hand Initiative Uganda, one of a highly dreaming poetry group for young poets across the country and Africa.
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 made the audio to crash on the recording studio database.
The notable poet is still a young writer from Kitgum Municipality, Uganda.
'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
If loving you is a flight, we would be
For I can't kiss air without a heart
As my brain washes the blossoms
My night kindled the portion
Negating the demise of dawn
On a night walk to the towns
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
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