Sunday Akinbamido

Biography: Sunday Yemi Akinbamido is an erudite Programmer, a Poet and Preacher of the good news. His philosophy of life is based on the phrase "you can't take it with you", "For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out." 1 Timothy 6:7 -KJV.

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Sunday Akinbamido
Thursday 8 February 2018

Struck Dumb

When I couldn't say a word
Struck dumb half-way to the end of the lecture
As my students became a voice specialist
prescribed all sort of drugs ...

I kept struggling to utter some words
Struck dumb I was.
Jokingly they wanted to clear whatever block my vocal tract
With their broken JavaScript code..

Their suggestion was a therapy that put
A smile and dimples in my cheek.
And I windup the lecture with a class work...
less talk, more coding..
hmnn, hmmn, hmmn, and it ends.

Struck dumb at the park, signaled to the tricycle
And he moved back a little, 
Rant, I couldn't as I drove out calmly.

Muted I was for 2 days,
A call from my sister and mum
and the answer was...
hmnn, hmmn, hmmn, I couldn't talk.

As I pondered within me..
How would I teach when I couldn't speak,
How would I evangelize when I couldn't talk,
hmmn, hmmn, hmmn, I prayed silently.

Though, I've visited clinic.
Headache has gone, body temperature normal.
but its still, hmmn, hmmn,
till I used my Mum algorithm.

And there I was, testing, testing 
for the first time in 2 days I could hear myself speaking.
As I began to echo "Thank you Lord!", "Thank you Lord!"
As the testing parameter to my vocal tract function.


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Sunday Akinbamido
Wednesday 3 January 2018

Who Is Who Africa?

Who Is Who Africa?
The Mandiba of south,
A golden fish in a blue sea,
Ceased racisct submarine.

And Kwame of west,
The last breath in a vacuum,
Removed veil of slavery.


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Sunday Akinbamido
Sunday 17 December 2017

Bring Back Our Girls

Bring back our girls.
The mothers of unborn generation.
The future leaders of our dear country.
The great Chibok girls.

Sing the songs all over the globe,
From Tokyo to sydney down to Kular Lumpur.
Hang the placard , show it in billboard.

Share the Agony, fear, miserable life
of the missing girls.
From New York City to Edingbrugh.

Shout out loud and let it reverbrate,
Till our voice is heard all over the nations.
Till our tears flow and gush out like Niagara falls,
Flushing terrorism right from sambisa forest
to a far away planet.

Will you bring back our girls now?
Our beautiful daughters that gladden our impoverished hearts,
When they play and dance antilogwu.
Though, their legs might have been very thin now.

Bring back our girls.
The future wives to our noble men.
Let the freedom begin now, wiping away neo colonialism.
Stand up to fight terrorism.

Till the earth weep no more. 
Could you please bring back our girls?

Copyright Akinbamido Yemi
14/May/2014


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Sunday Akinbamido
Thursday 9 November 2017

A sick Egret

No cattle to feed on,
as it rest it's flying wings.

A sick Egret,
standing aloof at the tip
of dead bamboo tree

And it stretches it neck a while
searching for a grashoppers.

Ho, it's a cool day in Lagos,
i think of the sick mobile policemen,
That hijacked all the buses at the park,
began the unusual thing this morning.

Will you take Panadol sick Egret?
or Earthworm that will make you warm?

Awaiting for the rising sun,
That will raise a dying Egret.

Hope today will be full of Misery.

Copyright (C) 2009. Akinbamido Yemi.


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Sunday Akinbamido
Friday 10 November 2017

I'm All Yours

I'm all yours,
The reigning queen of my heart.
You came into my life,
Like sunshine that engulfed the darkest hours.
You speak gently to the source of my inspiration,
To bring out ingenuity in me.


Coming together as one,
A step to greatness, empowerment for enlargement.


From coast to coast, I will sing of you.
You are Blessed Blessing,
Though there are things we share in common!
Is it the way you talk or the way you laugh?
Amazing, Quite Amazing.


What a wonderful Damsel of a noble birth.
The epitome of beauty character wise.

You'll be in my heart,
From this day on , now and forever.

Copyright (c) 2009 Akinbamido Yemi.


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Sunday Akinbamido
Thursday 9 November 2017

I remember

I remember the pretty damsel, amidst the choir a colorful display.
The music, the drum, the tambourine and the songs flows through her.
A whistle blower, the epicenter of rhythm, an epitome of beauty.

I remember I’m seen her for the first time and the last.
I remember it was her sent forth day, after a diploma course.
I remember she was highly praise by the vicar of her great work.
I remember how sad I was when I know she is leaving the city.

I remember when the vicar called all mother to pray for her
I remember they wish her long life, good husband and good job
I remember they wish her safe journey.

I remember I couldn’t believe she was no more after 2 days
I remember her life was like a mirage
I couldn’t have a chance to say a word to her.
I remember we are dust going back to dust.

I remember the whistle blower.


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Sunday Akinbamido
Friday 1 September 2017

In Memory of Mrs A. O. Oloniyo

Mum, I couldn't easily fathom that you would be going too soon;

And that was the reason you showed up in my dream a fortnight before your demise.

The memory of my childhood flashed as I heard of your demise…

Was it of your efforts in teaching me how to read Yoruba Bible?

I still remember vividly, when I was assigned to read the last verse of the morning devotion Bible passage...

And gradually I could read a full passage...

 I could remember when I took the first position in Primary 3...

What you gave me was a special dish… Smile!

 I could remember the smack when I picked up a bad habit.

All these paid off and whenever I reminiscence

I always put my best in whatever I do...

 

My life would never have been complete if not that I passed through the tutelage of your motherly nurture from infant to childhood...

 It was divinely orchestrated and I wonder what I would have become without those norms and values you inculcated in me.

 

I feel unfulfilled for not seeing you before you left as I planned to...

But you left me with a good memory of my childhood,

All the lessons learnt and good teachings by you… are the memory I will live with all my life.

 

Rest In Peace, Mum.

 



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Sunday Akinbamido
Saturday 14 January 2017

Bird in Bush

Bird in bush, the narrow route to where things blossom.
The feelings I could not share while passing-by.
Not like the thoughts I have on HA, HA road en route Eltham.

Bird in bush, and my heart leap
As the gentle voice impress, a few seconds
To a special place in the heart of London

Neither like the leap on Holloway road nor like the leap at Liverpool street.
Hey! Not like those that increase my heart beat. Not at all.
It's a bird in bush, a leap of joy.

In a subway en route Bluewater, we could not find a better one
But lost amidst varying options at Oxford street
Then, we sing lullaby through the nights
As we scroll through the city of Peckham
Glued like a Siamese twins.

Ho, It's bird in bush again, passing-by.


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Sunday Akinbamido
Thursday 15 October 2015

Mother Teresa's Anyway Poem

People are often unreasonable, illogical and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis, it is between you and your God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

 

 

Excerpt from [Internet]



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Sunday Akinbamido
Wednesday 30 September 2015

The Valley of Vision

Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly,
Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision,
where I live in the depths but see thee in the heights;
hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold thy glory.

Let me learn by paradox
that the way down is the way up,
that to be low is to be high,
that the broken heart is the healed heart,
that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit,
that the repenting soul is the victorious soul,
that to have nothing is to possess all,
that to bear the cross is to wear the crown,
that to give is to receive,
that the valley is the place of vision.

Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells,
and the deeper the wells the brighter thy stars shine;

Let me find thy light in my darkness,
thy life in my death,
thy joy in my sorrow,
thy grace in my sin,
thy riches in my poverty
thy glory in my valley

 

Excerpt: from Our Daily Bread [odb.org]



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Sunday Akinbamido
Tuesday 8 September 2015

I Love My Mama

I love my Mama I can’t deny.

She breeds me up from infant bed.

I stayed in her belly for good nine months.

When I came to this world of war and crime

What she gave me first is a kiss of life.

 

I love my Mama, Mother Africa.

I recall childhood

When she played with me

She threw me up in atmosphere

To see beyond the sky, overcame nightmare.

 

I love my Mama, Mother Africa.

She offered her best for me to grow.

I love my Mama I can’t deny.



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Sunday Akinbamido
Tuesday 8 September 2015

Agidigbo

Hectic traffic, Police patrolled, threat level raised 

Fear of unknown looming as time fly-by, In Zazzau.

 

It tensed up, cloudy.

A fanfare to be, poisoned Atmosphere on Inauguration eve.

What a hard knock at my door, Monster!

Nope.  A pretty Lady, Northerner.

 

A frown-smile befriend my bravery,

And I asked.  Are you scared?

Yeah! I’m running away.

 

I felt grief is a luxury.

Some days ago, Agidigbo dance,

Scapegoat songs, 

Emanating from my neighbour overwhelmed the Environs.

 

Now she ran away!

….Sound of Agidigbo,

….Scapegoat songs,

….And the Atilogwu dancers, all ran away.

 

Now more and more people followed her

…As any sound of Agidigbo

…Plus Scapegoat songs

Is like a warring songs coupled with explosives

 

As the whole city turning to a cemetery

Nobody wants to be a Scapegoat

For it take a clever mind to dance Agidigbo.



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Sunday Akinbamido
Tuesday 8 September 2015

Virus of the Mind

Malcom X on his floating Bed,

Daydreaming, blogging series of Events.

Past, Present and yet to be.

 

Bridging the Gap, damming the River.

Galloping through the mountains,

Like a young Reindeer.

 

In his mind, re-eventing the past.

Speaking to the beautiful Air Hostess,

He never approached.

 

Coffee, Tea or Juice? 

None! It's you I want.

A Cup of Water? No.

 

Malcom X on his floating Bed,

Out of turbulence, to Obudu Ranch.

Landing on Olumo rock.

 

Strolling, Cruising through Egbaland,

From Lafenwa to Sapon, down to Kuto

And Igbehin, his Childhood days.

 

Malcom X on his floating Bed,

Now at the City Gate, National Stadium.

Dribbling like a Soccer Star.

 

Malcom X on his floating Bed,

A month of Insomina, land him in Hospital.

As Doctor diagnose

 

Typhoid, Malaria parasite, Blood pressure 190 over 40

Yes. Take Lexoten 1 at Night for 4 days ....

No! It's Virus of the Mind.

 

Malcom X on his floating Bed,

Looping through, Nurses, Patients and Doctors

As He fainted, like a falling Mahogany.

 

Malcom X on his floating Bed,

Norton, Avas, Kaspersky? None!

All I want is Prototype IJK ..... XYZ.



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Sunday Akinbamido
Tuesday 8 September 2015

VACATION

From Piccadilly to Trafalgar square

Wishing to worship at Westminster Abbey

May be the heaven shall bestow favor

To behold and shake the Queen

 

Ho! London, Paris and Washington

It’s a thriller vacation

As I held my Camcorder popping out of the white Limousine

Capturing the intriguing, scintillating and the wonders

 

See Paris and die,

Long live the Queen,

God bless America.

 

At the Eiffel Tower, the prominent symbol

Having a bird’s eye view of the city of Paris and beyond

Ho! Heaven is real. The illumination at night

Enhanced the excitement connecting me to Paradise.

 

See Paris and die,

Long live the Queen,

God bless America. 

 

Cruising the magical route 66, the mother road startling

Natural wonders, cities, historic landmarks and entertainment venues

In the borough of Queens lies the magnificent J-F Kennedy Airport

Connecting to Heathrow.

 

See Paris and die,

Long live the Queen,

God bless America.

 

It echoes and fades out, turbulence, turbulence.

Loud and clear I heard it once, fasten your seat belt.

Emergency, the chanting of the Almajiris

With the humming noise of my neighborhoods Generators

Beclouded the turbulence as I woke up in Zazzau land.



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2/8/2018 6:46:15 PM

A sweet sensation, I can sense the flavour.
As the butterfly, flying in my stomach.
Aroma and splendor of a beautiful live well spent.