A Love Letter To Brixton

By Tise Ojo

Brixton, oh Brixton!

As I roamed your streets with an open mind, My eyes caught the faces bathed in golden light, And I couldn’t help but find beauty in the unfamiliar. A sight for sore eyes.

Brows furrowed, They wondered how I blended in with ease, It was almost as though I was made to breeze through Brixton’s gritty, beautiful streets

Maybe by the way I moved. In sync with the music, feeling the groove

By the joy on my face, the sound of the beat

Though I was miles from home, how could I not feel complete? In Brixton, magnificent Brixton.

Stand to stand, Each face held a story untold, A journey of triumphs and woes, Of secrets kept and truths to unfold. Life’s struggles and joys, hidden in plain sight, Eyes filled with hopes and dreams, Like Stella, the old lady who everyday sold food cooked with love, and a story untold.

Her eyes, so warm and full of grace Speaks of a life well-lived with love in its embrace And as I walk by her stand and take in the scene, I see that every face is a thread in a tapestry Of cultures and traditions, woven with care,

In the streets of Brixton, a vibrant mosaic, Of stories waiting for me to share.

And as I say farewell to my newfound love And journey many miles away I will always remember how Brixton’s streets felt strangely familiar A melting pot of cultures and colors, That spoke to me like a lost lover

In the hustle and bustle of the market stalls, I heard echoes of my own childhood days, And in the faces of the people passing by, I glimpsed the same hopes and dreams that never fade.

Though worlds apart, a thousand miles, Brixton and home shared a similar beat, A fusion of cultures, a shared history, Forever resonant in my heart, a symphony complete.