A Rising Sunset

By Immanuel Adewumi

An anthology of fifty five poems written by four members of the same family, seeing life through the lens of two very different generations. ‘A Rising Sunset’ explores themes of divinity, awakening, self discovery and the rise of the Continent of Africa.

A Rising Sunset will cause hope to rise within you. The words on the pages of this book will stir up your emotions in diverse ways. They may cause you to laugh, be hopeful, be reflective, be optimistic. But be certain that they will not leave you unaffected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Immanuel Adewumi
• Release date: Sep 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370621835

Immanuel Adewumi

The Publisher and Co-author of the book of Poems; 'A Rising Sunset'.

Book preview

Echoes of Thunder

by Adedewe Olufemi Adewumi

Thunder

Booming in Liberia

It drowned the screams of the children

The helpless men and women

Yesterday, I heard the crack of thunder

It echoed in Somalia

I saw many young men, dead

Forever in the dust they made their bed

Tonight, as I write

I hear the rumbling of thunder

Rolling in Rwanda

It is a voice of confusion

And unnecessary destruction

Still, I hear the voice of thunder

And it is getting louder

I hope I will not wake up tomorrow

To hear it resounding

In Nigeria

Love for Life

by Adedewe Olufemi Adewumi

I miss you

I mean in my arms

To close my eyes

And rest in clouds of bliss

I want you

To look into your eyes

And come into your world

Losing me in passionate embrace

I love you

To have and to own

To give you my own

For now, for ever

My Love for life

Sunset In The Sky

By Adedewe Olufemi Adewumi

Sunset in the sky

And forth to my rest

I go by and by.

I rose with the sun

And went to shine

I worked from the morn.

The gold is mine

Labour, Success, Fun!.

Yes, that is fine.

Hey!, put the kettle on,

I sleep at nine.

Dancing on Coals of Fire

by Adedewe Olufemi Adewumi

The rhythm is steady; the constant beating of the heart.

The theatre is empty; save for the solitary dancer.

Dancing alone in the middle of the night,

dancing alone in the fading moonlight.

Waving my arms in rapturous delight.

Planting again the steps of history:

History has come; History has gone;

History will come again.

An endless cycle of sorrow and pain,

accentuated with seasons of love and blissful rain.

A woman in pains, writhing and twisting in

the throes of childbirth; moving in time to

The beat of agony; gives birth to a baby boy,

A boundless joy. Agony is the mother of joy.

Agony gives birth to joy. So joy is born,

But the dance goes on.

Drums! Beating in the distance. Drums! Beating in the night

Drums! Beating my heart. Forcing