Naija Poetry | The Book That Knows Me

Ayomide Raji

Biography: Raji Ayomide Olaitan, known as King of Rhymes, is a Nigerian poet, spoken word artist, author, animator, and certified drone pilot. He grew up in the jungle city known as ajegunle. He is the Founder/CEO of King of Rhymes Poetry Hub and TechRise Coding Hub, platforms dedicated to empowering young creatives and training youths in digital and tech skills. He serves as the Global Teenage Tribe Leader of the African Writers Tribe, where he mentors and inspires young writers across Africa. His work blends poetry, storytelling, animation, and digital creativity to deliver powerful, emotional, and visually engaging art. King of Rhymes is a voice, a movement, and a rising force in African creativity. Subscribe. Listen. Feel. Rise.

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Monday 8 December 2025

The Book That Knows Me

The book dey whisper my name,

Soft like evening breeze for Lagos street,

Heavy like Lagos traffic wey never move.

It no dey judge,

E no dey rush,

E dey carry me enter world wey I never see.

I dey open am,

Paper dey smell like rain for Abuja market,

Ink dey dance like children wey dey play for street,

Each word na light,

Each line na road wey dey show me where to waka.

Sometimes, I dey read and I dey see my father,

Sometimes, I dey read and I dey hear my mother,

Sometimes, e dey teach me how to dey brave

Even when life dey chop my joy like thief.

Book, my quiet friend,

You sabi my pain before I talk am,

You sabi my dreams before I dream am,

You carry my tears like river dey carry rain,

You dey remind me say knowledge no dey fear shadow,

Say imagination dey stronger than hunger.

I go waka enter your pages,

Travel continents, meet kings, meet queens, meet rebels,

Fight battles wey I no fit fight for real,

Cry tears wey I no fit cry outside.

You dey teach me that words get power,

That story fit build or destroy,

That pen fit be sword,

That idea fit light fire wey no one fit extinguish.

Book, omo, na you dey free me,

Even when government dey choke my people,

Even when city dey noisy,

Even when dreams dey hide for corner,

You dey show me say world dey wait,

Say Africa fit rise, say youth fit shine,

Say mind wey dey read no fit be thief.

So I go read,

I go write,

I go share,

I go tell story,

Because na books be bridge, na books be weapon,

Na books dey cure, dey teach, dey build, dey free.

Omo mi, I go hold you forever,

Because for your pages,

I find myself,

I find hope,

I find Africa,

And I find me.

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