7 years ago today – Dike Omeje – 1972 – 2007

So, it is seven years ago today and i still find it hard to believe.  I still hold onto the belief that one day my door bell will ring and he’ll be stood at there smiling and have an explanation for it all.  But as the days go by it becomes more real – that my mate is dead and i will never ever see him again in this cruel cruel world.

I wrote the majority of this post a few years ago but i still think its worth sharing

I met Dike (pronounced DK) in 1995 on the night of my first poetry performance.  It was a poetry slam at the Night and Day organised by commonword – it was hosted by Pete Kalu and Cathy Bolton.

Dike won the slam and i came second.  I won a £10 book token from Grassroots Books and dike won £15 token.  we spoke briefly at the end of the event and learned that it was also his first slam.

He was mesmerising, beautiful and insightful.  We didn’t exchange phone number but we met again at the Arvon foundation three months later.  I remember nervously walking in the room and seeing all these writing types sat there and thinking “shit this aint for me”  then i saw Dike, sat quietly in the corner.  I walked straight over and we hugged each other.  We were close mates from then on.

We spent the week getting to know each other – our ideas about poetry and writing and life.  We slept in the same room, as you do at Arvon, shared food thoughts and wine – got a bit pissed a few times and had a top laugh.

He drove me home on the saturday morning and we exchanged numbers.

We met regularly at his flat just off brunswick street in Chorlton on Medlock and eventually started writing together.  He’d come round to my house – he knew all my kids well and showed a warmth and kindness to them at all times.

We performed together all the time and put on events such as Word of Mouth at the Blue cat in heaton moor.  It was funny, we couldn;t organise a piss up in a brewery – we used to photocopy flyers designed by ant ball and go round handing out to dickheads in heaton moor pubs cos we wanted dick heads to come and listen to poems.

When i launched Men’s Morning in 2000 on boat in salford, Rev Porl hosted and Marvin Cheeseman performed.  mE AND dIKE did the whole of mens morning (25 mins) in towels.  Nothing else, nothing underneath – Mens morning was about men in the sauna and dike sprang it on me at the last minute – it was his idea.

It was that night i discovered that my Mam taught him at school – she told me that as a child he was like a Nigerian Prince.

We did loads together with poetry at the heart of everything – he had so much respect for words – he’d show me scribbles he’d done and get excited by other poets he’d heard – never forget how excited he was when he met Zahid Hussein, author of the Curry Mile – He loved his performance poems and he loved Zahids nature (and so do i)

I published his 2nd collection the Mindfield and we spent months discussing poems images, covers, dedications and truly solidified our friendship.

He was a busy man and involved in many poetry events, groups and organisations – especially Commonword.  He loved Pete Kalu and shirley may and lots of the identity group – he spoke so highly of them all and in a lot of ways they were his poetry family.

On friday 11th of january 2007, he phone me up and told me he’d had some tooth treatment that week and was well pissed off with the pain and wanted to know if we could meet up for a brew and a chat.  We met at Central Library and chatted for an hour mainly about my Vespa motorcycle – i’ll never forget him telling me he was going to get one.  He sat on it like an excited child, holding the handlebars and pretending to steer it.

The sunday after, me and amanda were at her house in wythenshawe – we were cleaning it up, hoping to rent it out when my phone rang – It was shirley may she said”Mike, D’s Dead”. Now i knew that loadsa people called Dike – D, but it didn’t register and also having spoke to him on friday he never came into my mind, then she said it again.  ”Mike, Dike’s Dead”  When it sank in, i fell on the floor – literally, my legs couldn’t hold me up and i was flat on the floor – then shirley explained – Dike had had cancer since 1995 but never told anyone – and never had any treatment.

I knew that we shared the same doctor – thebrilliant Dr Chiu at brunswick health centre, so i went to see him or a chat.  He told me that he pleaded with Dike to have the cancer treated at christies but dike would never turn up for his appointments.  He told me that he and one of the countries best cancer specialists called to Dikes house and begged him to come to hospital but he refused.

The day before his funeral, there was an enormous storm in Manchester.  Trees were uprooted, cars toppled brick walls were blown down.  I used to walk in the woods close to my house by the side of the mersey.  One of my favourite trees in the wood, an old willow that used to hang over the mersey, tendrils dipping during high waters, had been uprooted – literally – i could see the trees roots and mounds of soil and the tree had been struck by lightening.  it was blackened and broken lying half in and out of the water – i sat and cried for two hours unable to console myself.

I walk in the woods most days now and spend a couple of minutes by this tree that grows more beautiful daily.

I read his poems to groups of teenagers on a regular basis and i perform “whose afraid of the big bad flow” when i miss hearing his voice but it sounds crap when i do it.

I miss him enormously and continue to promote his work as widely as i can.

If you get a minute today or tomorrow stick the words “Dike Omeje into a search engine, read some of his poems and lets remember how brilliant this man is.

 

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6 thoughts on “7 years ago today – Dike Omeje – 1972 – 2007

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  2. Beautiful blog.
    I remember the barge launch and the towel recital.
    And the Blue Cats.
    And some years later walking past Dik, who, since I was audience, not performer, didn’t recognise me as I recognised him there in Market Street, and so I called out: HEY DIKE!
    Now I don’t know about you, but when I’m caught off-stride and not placing a face, I flounder a bit. Not this fellow. Said his Hellos cool as fuck.
    I love your mum’s comment about how he seemed like a NIgerian Prince when he was a schoolkid. That says it all.

  3. Is it really four years? God, it doesn’t seem like it. Thanks for reminding me to think of Prince Dike or the Ladies Love Poet as I used to call him.

  4. Thank you Mike…. who shall Know the measure of the man…. what is this love I feel not time pass, nor storms that last a life time…. to call you friend to this my fire bird on wings of the phoenix and prince tunes we came together by no mere chance birthdays we shared, interests from poetry to cloths, you lay your head in the hollow of my neck, tell me to protect you, from the world while telling me your hands are warm, where dose the heat come from. “ can I stay like this a little time? “ “always”, my replay. Fix your clothes just as you step out the room, they will think we have made love, with a twinkle in his eye. Why are you talking-to him? don’t you see his a mad flesh eater. “what do you think? of her Shirl,?” is that not you reflection, my heart.
    “ I was thinking I might do a drive by if she’s ugly, I might drive on by” “ DID YOU”?” “No…. you know me, the candy was too sweet all thought unhealthy, I could not resist the sugar, are you mad with me”?
    ” Know, why should I be. There is nun naive you taught me. Miss you until final breath then my trusted friend,If only you chose to stay….I understand why you chose to leave Mike he took some treatment they just did not want to do it his way and when they did….. begin to understand well it was Game over ……….

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