Olukemi Omoyeni's Profile
We died with them
mother one time sang of death
The coldness that will one day visit our warmth,
She says it is solely - my father confirmed it,
Children will not matter, she mutters.
She sings she refuse to go on such journey abruptly,
More abysmal to her; death for "ungrateful" children.
I sang alonMy g, I believed her,
It is lonely,
The bier, the pyre, the lyre, and everything death conjoined,
We are grateful, though our lips may be the least active,
We do, not say.
How much their warmth carried us,
In the cold lonely trodding of life.
They died and rose again, for us to live!
They killed many things to give us life,
For some they killed their dreams,
Some their pleasures.
Becoming a roaming ghost of their real self,
To make us a valuable living human.
We see, smell, and touch it, always.
The sacrifice, like the propitation on the road.
When they see real death,
When they journey to the blues and black,
We die with them,
Or at least a part us.
Contrary to my mother's song
We die, many times in our lifetime
Because of their death.
It's never the same again,
That part of us where they built a fortress of love,
Remains numbed forever,
It is lonely, but more lonely is us - the loved,
Because that part of us dies forever.
Autumn
Four seasons trod the year,
bow, hail, adorn.
Camera ecstactic,
green fields with sprinkles of leaflets,
leaflets of beauty in lost chlorophyl.
It rains leaves and water like confetti.
The earth is quick to wear its darkest apparel,
the cloud weeps non ceasing.
Green and few sparkling colors,
the feeling of feshness.
Humans slightly bundling up,
some chant fall!
It drizzles gently,
it is this point you say
Hello autumn.
Name
What is In a name?
Other than a combination of letters.
Though strikingly sometimes same,
To each and all life presents a platter.
If you build whether in chase of game or fame,
You should inscribe yours in glitters,
On this platter called life run in lanes.
Where does it really get lonely?
Where in this cycle does it get lonely?
At what point,
Could man hear echoes of his own pain?
At the top?
Where you buy emotions and reactions,
With rubies and other treasures?
Maybe at the bottom,
Where the scoff and neglect abound,
Right in your ruddy face,
Where the echoes of man's pain is heard,
From the constant bangs of scorn,
Scorn from people of familiarity.
So again I'm prodding,
Where does it really get lonely?
At the top?
When life presents all its finest roses,
Or at the bottom,
When man goes ringhollow
In the pit of life's lowest moments.
Loneliness is served severally,
Quag, mire, or quagmire.
Just a melting point of semantics.
The car came with only one steering,
To be in control, it's singular,
Very singular.
Rogation
Lighter heart fluttering,
And before the eye blink,
Then heavier and tighter.
Loud palpitations,
The feeling of wanting,
Like the crowd surfing artiste,
Man believes that's his succour,
This itself is an augury of doom,
An omen of destruction
A crushed emotion and mental infirmity,
The search of a man should lie within,
Oh the magnificence of man's internality,
Ray of healing begins from inside
From the strength,
That attends the willingness to heal.
Inside of man lies the biggest succour
Something inside that only shines when its outside,
When the shell is broken and man emerge.
Man is his own biggest medicine,
The strength to emerge from these crevices,
Of life's turmoil, give, oh he
To whom all beliefs converge.
ALMOST HOMELESS - AN ADDENDUM
I crossed the hills,
With its green misty algae,
Sticking to my naked feet.
I am on the other side of these hills,
5 The other side I was desperate to see,
The other side I once watched in despair,
The land of the unknown with many woes.
This plateau, this very plateau,
A plain level ground on the surface
10 Covered with all shimmering shenanigans.
For what shall be said of the underneath,
Beneath this seeming plateau,
Lies a bundle of lies.
It beckoned that the land here,
15 Is as gully as the motherland,
Where there are no lies.
If the wind has ceases to blow,
In the motherland you will know,
As nobody will avail with a fan.
20 In the motherland, no lies told.
I crossed the hills,
Stamping my foot on the shimmering coverings,
Coverings that gave the land as a plateau.
Alas,
25 It is a hill and gully ride
I was standing on a dangerous gully
Covered with beauty
I almost fell to my death
The death of all there is to me,
30 My dreams.
A scruffy fall of being on the streets,
Homeless for hours,
I died for an hour, then sickly for another
All the succulence I fed on.
35 Then I know,
Until danger is near, seen,
You will not see how slurpy these steeps are.
I gained a home on this new other side,
Against all seemingly insurmountable trials.
40 I gained,
I gained in this hills and gullies of a ride.
But what not?
I learnt,
To bury myself in between the arms of every moment,
45 In warmth and hugs,
For the day they will almost be lost,
You then know, how pertinent!
An augury of homelessness,
I saw the awfulness of living on the streets.
50 The tiniest things are the most unquantifiable,
The real gateway to real life,
Adore these moments,
Because time only respect actions,
In this vague cold world.
TEN LINES OF WITTINESS
When you are trusted, do not thrust the trust.
A once thrusted trust remains continuously thrusted.
Banking on a bank that has its branch on a bank is foolery,
Because it takes a fortune to put a bank on the bank.
Part a path and play your part, until you get to that part of the path where all you receive is Pats.
Sort your salts, whichever way it is,
Whether chilly or painful, all your sores will meet a pinch of salt.
We fight a war that started on the wall of wall street, now it takes crossing our walls to feed within our walls.
A real captain wears a cap that captivates all his captives and still ensures that the ship does not capsize.
You cut the Court, don’t come crawling to the Court, when your cut is cut.
THE LONELY CROWD
The flight takes off,
Into hiatus of numerous voyages.
The window of the airplane is like an eagles' s eyes,
I saw it all.
I barely saw objects that looked like a school of fish.
They appeared countless and tiny.
7.5 billion, too many heads.
A crowd.
But roaming lonely, dying, each to himself.
Quite a number, one saying to another;
That one is a stranger.
Shall we abhor this word?
Since it only takes a wave and a smile to secure its extinction.
We came lonely, but with an obligation.
A duty to create as many bridges as possible.
These tiny heads I see, are architects,
Architect of fences.
Let him who fences his house high remember
A day he will need to escape from his own prison,
When war breaks from inside.
Marriage drama and its many genres - a duet
I chose you my lover,
In the middle of a tirade
A disquisition on the lot of women of the world,
In my pool of hopelessness but With a myriad of hope,
A hope for difference.
Under the shimmering stare of the whole world,
We became bound in nuptials,
A world of drama and its many genres,
Where I’m treated second class in all,
By your mother and families,
In scoffs and scorns,
But you are still without defense,
You looked out for a dense woman
by your description of “wife material”,
You rubbed your own scorn right on me
And when I flinch, you say I’m no wife material.
A bit of being humbled by the privileges
The privileges the society granted your gender,
Until the reinment of kingship worn on you by our peers is torn
And you become a bit of husband and father,
You are only an eve away from our home.
YAKSPORT
Among suitors you chose me
I desired your love tenderly
You showed me strong affection
I promised to love and protect you
Yes, we were happy just as we planned
But oh, the burden of husbandhood is heavy
It seems our path is now murky
I barely can have peace of mind
Problem has marred my joy
Certainly, I cherish my mother
My siblings, my only family
They never hate you at all
But, obedience is the root of my tradition,
My family, you must revere
Just as you love me, adore them
That is the tradition of our dear Africa
My utterance was made under frustration
I should now present my sobriety
Support me and I shall prosper
Nag me not, and I shall blossom
I do not hate you, let’s make peace
You explain with bitterness
You paint me as evil
Let me love you, I implore
I'm tired of fighting
Take back my luggage and let's amend
My darling, my wife.
KEMI
Help me increase the heat of love,
That we may turn this hell to heaven.
It takes two to twine,
Repentance from you,
Forgiveness from me,
And our home becomes a replica of heaven again.
The hidden force
see to the sea,
Ensure it is sealed,
We need no noise,
nor turbulence, nor unpoise,
We know our desperate desires,
But do we require what we desire?
Do we know what is treasurable?
We are sure emptily setting forth.
But there is a hidden force,
The hidden force within our claws,
Shows us a path to life and its flaws,
It is a burning passion, a strife,
Something that keeps calling on your life,
So quietly, but audibly.
The force that navigates quietly,
Our paths in this void and formless world.
We are born with it and the chord,
The chord you can severe but the force is unclear.
It wanes off in the course of time,
Only few hold on tight to its rhymes,
To manifest all its glade,
Endeavour is feeble if it is a man made,
Only the hidden force creates a lasting path,
Once you lose its hoose,
Then life becomes a meaningless cruise,
No destination.
The hidden force is an eggshell,
Do not smash it on the platter of societal and peer conformity,
Only to return murmuring angrily.
It is called acting
I have falsely remoulded me,
No furrows, no taints, just thourough,
I find no fault in this new self, I am perfect,
But your imperfection I will hunt, and hound,
Adjudged sluggards and conformists,
Weaklings from whom I have hidden my tears,
Yet I see yours like a sickening river,
In my many proddings.
I will hound you till a thawed rest.
You will hear my roaring,
In myriad of scathings and strictures.
These are my imperfections well hidden,
Yet a disquisition for others I share,
Hounding their faults, still, mine hidden.
This is not dementia, it is called acting!
I have learnt to to hide and squint,
Hide my flaws flawly, and my imperfections imperfectly.
But far from the madding crowd,
At night when the soul rests,
Check my pillow, it is fertile.
Fertile with my tartly tears and sobs,
Nothing around me, it is empty.
My millieu is imperfection filled,
life's sourest lemon grows on my infertile pillow,
from it I drank, and shed a tear or two,
When I relieve my woes.
My pillow will be fertile again tonight,
I am tainted and thawed.
I quit hounding your flaws,
I quit my neighbour,all I did and hid,
All I did to make it glistening around me,
It is not dementia, it is called acting.
How to love a feminist
save me mehir from this subtle flesh,
Older I grow, thirsty I become.
Watch Mehir, as I bury myself in between your arms,
In all my feebleness, though opulent.
If I had written a Will before
I shall consult the reckless lawyer,
To tell him to write a codicil or be mute.
All my life I shall will to you Mehir,
I will gladly bequeath my chose in action in indentures,
I shall hand you the sepulchre,
And me you shall lead to infinity
Only if you make me a priority,
Not letting me depend on me for all I do,
Remind me by action that i am delicate,as you have fondly called me,
The way you will protect and handle the many raw eggs in your chiller,
Then forget feminism, it is flinty,
By your acts of reverence and care tell me I am a woman,
And I shall become a woman from the man that Iam now,
On the long run you shall see,
No woman is a hard nut to crack afterall.
Die empty
confront your sublimity the "gen z" children,
At sheol all rests, it's silent as light,
No one sinks or succeds,
Hades is a sinking hallow in itself.
This upheavals ends here on earth.
You only hear the living mumble your legacies.
Lets take a trip, this trip,
A day and a night at hades,
See for yourself the writhing and the whirling,
The moaning and smiling at death.
Some smile, some moan,
Moaning in regret of their weight
Are some dead,
They did not let out much in their days,
Smiling are some other dead
They feel air light and empty,
They doled out all they in them had,
The calibre that accepted mortality,
They played time, no procrastination.
This clock I see,
It offers every spineless man a moment,
A moment to become a hero!
That time is ticking, seize it!
Die empty!
Your content is useless in the grave
Do not writhe in regret,
When your hair is grey and begins to fall off,
Die empty, don't make a grave mistake.
Unconforming
we imagine hades,
Where all demons go.
As an opulent lady with a glow,
Still scrabblig for relevance in this globe.
Relevance? Woman? Uncalled for!
A stare to imagine the nakedness,
Thats all you will notice.
The woman gets bizzare,
ruthless, and crooked,
Are you negroid?
how negroid?
Are you of my clan and kinship?
No, I am human-that's my feedback.
This spot of mine was your status qou,
Now your craving is totally saturated,
And your belly protruding,
But this i shall relieve,
I am on the eve,
I no longer cringe nor cleave.
I am on the eve of a revolution,
This strait and penury will all be gone,
This poverty that kicked my breast as I moan,
With my reinment dangling on my neck torn.
I am not your clansman,
Swear? No, not even in any span.
I won't swear to being your clansman, changing my identity to be gratified
You may turn your back and go on rampage,
I won't speak your language,
I don't oscillate to be guaged,
I am just human.
If I need solace and soothing, grant me don't gum,
Let not this corrigendum become an addendum,
I may be glued to the wall as I writhe now,
But I am on the eve of affluence and opulence,
Though nothing has changed as I envisioned,
But by tomorrow, by tomorrow.
Morning
The day breaks in serration,
When the soul goes to rest and welcomes the body,
The night is terrific and has injured souls,
But as the moon goes to rest to welcome the sun,
Let my body lay my injured soul to rest
Let it get the plough and plunder the field,
Lest both become so blanch,
Lest my strength wanes and weasels out
Lest my clansmen call me slothful.
That the yob may not be wasted,
Nor the strength of his youth worn thin.
The night begins in the morning,
Morning when earth hunters cannot be seen,
They are far spent by the perils of the night,
So that the noble man can jostle without fear.
A morning in disarray is a lost whole day,
Morning, when the tide is friendly and healthy,
When daughters of evil have soften the earth
In the night, with their junta boots,
The only time the sun smiles,
See, sloths cons the morning,
Forgetting the zest that rises with us at dawn.
This vortex of zest, do not thaw but use,
Do not thaw in the pool of slothfhlness,
Till the earth as you rise from your chamber,
Before the mildness of the sun effluxes,
Before the night hounders come through,
Till, that your straits becomes not acute,
A slothful man is a living corpse,
When morrow comes, you birth your dreams,
Or you squelch it in the pool of procrastination.
It is another morning,
Another chance to rewrite your destiny.
The view from Ugele hill
I have spent half of my life span
Foretold by the holy book in demistification,
Ì know the groin that bore me,
The very father of my tender days,
But I also know him not,
He is to me and our gods a man of no descent.
We are sons of the soil by mouth not sight,
We can't locate our clime except with a compass.
We clamour as children,
Yet, he says to us in another man's language
What does a child know?
Today I will be home,
Tomorrow I may be on the quiet bier.
They told me, if you want to go home,
Go ring hollow,
In the thick mud of Okeruku,
Ugele hill to your left, olosunta hill to your right,
In between you shall find your clime.
Hostile the prophet of doom told me they are,
But I shall be home.
Today I am home,
In the serenity and serendipity of my clansmen,
Far from the words of my prophet.
I saw mud, clay,
Mud and hills in marriage to make me a home.
I summit the steps of the dreaded Ugele hill,
In the stern glare of my kinsmen.
It all goes blank,
I went blank to all civilisation ever taught me,
The lead poisoning,
Lethal noise of monstrous engines.
I saw Olosunta, the dreaded hill that scares itself,
Whose footprints rovers only on muddy paths,
I saw orole, the only rock with a scrotum,
The proud husband of Olosunta.
The view from the top of Ugele drops jaws,
I am cocooned by the very nature that kissed my lips,
As I stare at half naked women preparing my pounded yam,
For what do people do with pounded yam in my clan
Than merry with it?
The excessive yam is the first identity of a true man in my clan.
I saw a little different world.
The birds spoke to me, so does Ajuni river.
Numbers of rust-induced-red roofs,
Red bricks, and thick mud coloured my clan
It is all red and a bit reeky where my real kindred abides.
It was then I knew my father,,
The great son of the revered hills,
Olosunta with the mysterious cave of a thousand birds
Today I am home,
I do not want to marry my brother,
Nor my children marrying their kinsmen,
Today, I have seen them all,
And I have seen it all,
I am the great daughter of the dreaded mountains.
Reminisces on the eve of my departure
Have you seen a whirl wind wreck?
It is fast, furious and violent,
violent, yet bearing no sword,
This I saw on the sea as I stood ashore,
Waiting to leave the shores of what's left of Nigeria.
The sea was calm yet a whirl wind I see,
A tempest, ravaging the commoner,
He knows almost nothing of his destiny.
This land has become flaccid,
Flaccid of milk and everything that bubbles its beauty,
We are near dissipation while the gods watch.
I await impatiently to depart,
Looking back on these fine green hills,
While I take the most uncertain step of my life,
Uncertainty of what is to come as my fate
In the land of strangers,
Wishing my clan will a day whisper to me;
Return! For the land is green again.
I looked around, again at the hills,
Rustic and cocooned in mist,
On the other side of these hills, is a land belonging to the unknown
Flowing with the many treasures of my nativity
Wasted and cheaply transported by it's very owns.
These treasures forged a river,
Upon which my boat will one day again sail back home,
But the currents of this ocean on which shore I stand
Plays me a rhythm,
A rhythm that pushes me more to the deep,
To leave and succeed, or stay and endure.
So I spoke to the wind,
I would rather sail with your rhythm
And behold the glory of treasures of my nativity,
As it flourishes another man's land.
To my wife if I leave
The death of Ajanaku quivers the forests,
The cold hands of warm death unseen.
I am at the gate of hades,
Knocking on heaven's gate my soul to present.
In the morrow of tomorrow I will be gone,
In the guidance of sparkling angels,
But my clansmen, let me leave words,
Will or codicils you may nomenclate this,
My wife you shall entreat with all my realty.
brother, my wife is the half flesh that completes my being,
Springing forth like a lily to beautify my gusto.
This land, observe it,
Our last destination it shall be,
Give her all.
In the morrow of tomorrow, maybe yet maybe not yet,
I may be gone
Collect nothing from Sebolatan that belongs to me.
I have seen the plundering of Aduke,
The levirated mistress of my dead friend,
That my wife may come no close after I am long gone.
Kindred, do you want to know peace?
Let not my ghost dissipate your serenity
Give her all I own.
Sebolatan my wife, the masterplanner, give her all,
Before I become the regular deadman I my clan,
The death of my father displaced my mother of everything,
So my clan assumes nor believes,
In the crucible of their callousness
A woman they speak has no place, not my wife!
Displace her at your peril.
Kindred, are you attentive?
All cozy shelters we built together
Kotila my brother, you swerved us at our perilous time,
Out of envy and vileness of your heart,
You did me no relief, you soothed me not,
But my wife, the cotton fibre
That sees through all tides and seasons,
Architect of all I built in my lifetime,
Give her all, to her and my children
In the morrow I may be long gone.
I am not dirty
I have refused to bath,
I have refused to drink water, not even an elixir,
I am not dirty, I am only scared.
If I drink and bath this water,
It may wash away the memories of my beloved.
Aloof from your "crazy"
You hit me, save for my minute strength,
I will not kill you,
Atleast not with my bare hands,
I will kill my cowardice and my many insecurities, to take a walk
And the death of these will snap back to kill you.
Brigandage
Drag me to the hallow chambers of his lordship,
To the Snares and nest of his worship.
Charge me without the habeas corpus,
Let me remain in remand till allocutus.
I am an accessory yet a victim,
I am an accessory and a victim to the same crime.
Charge me for brigandage pay no mind to the clime.
Five persons have robbed me with arms,
These five persons my lord I know like my palm,
Bickering, fear, sloth, wrath, lechery,
They all reside in me, a team we are.
I am guilty of aiding and abetting with stern glare,
These things that robs me of life's fortune in me gauged,
I am the sixth man of this five - man brigandage,
I am an accessory and a victim to a single crime.
Dying declarations
Mahalia, she muttered as I retard,
She's plagued with an epidemic.
Though in the struggle to give another soul,
Another soul into the turbulence of the land of colour,
Mahalia, she muttered repeatedly,
The gods would think I am the one dying,
As she screamed with the remnant of her zest.
In law, dying declarations is stating the cause of death.
Mahalia, tell my newborn the cause of my death,
That the land of colour soothed me not,
Nor reserved so much for her coming generation.
Tell her about the colony of tender blood,
Where a million lives were jeopardized,
And some lost forever,
In the quest for language sovereignty.
A language not yours not mine,
A language of memories,
A language that speaks suppression
A language that should speak the old memories of slavery,
Is the crown prince in the colony of tender blood.
They'd spill the blood of their future
They'd lay down anything to sustain this disgust.
Tell her mahalia,
Tell her about the colony of missiles,
That I smell and see metals,
Lethal metals of self destruct,
The missile base of poverty, and a life too costly.
It comes with no recompense that the metals are here,
The shepherd is fed, the field is no longer the sheep's.
Tell her of the madibawasu colony
Slayer of his own blood,
Despiser of his own brothers.
He'd kiss the feet of the new vanilla than honour his own kind.
The hadassah of vanilla oozes sweetness,
But the madibawasu vanilla oozes torture,
It reeks of blood,
the rings on our noses,
The the blood in the Atlantic,
The skull of scores,
Scores of our brothers and sisters.
Madibawasu will lick the horn and feet of this vanilla,
In reproachful exchange for the blood of his kins.
Tell her about the colony of the niggers
Where the strength of a giant is bought
For just a shekel of silver.
The once ravishing peaceful sea of oil mahalia,
Has become the river of flowing bloods.
Bloods and sweat,
Sweats of duress, and invincible writhe,
From the follicles of many skins,
The skins bearing the mark of the thumbscrew.
From the gushing sound of boiling blood
A gush of hate and resentment from her yobs,
Of resentment and betrayal,
Of mismanaged funds and underutilised potentials.
The gush of different bloods, blue bloods, bad bloods, red bloods and plasma.
My grand mother never again sings of the land of colour,
But you will sing it to Kumini my newborn
In a different tune,
A tune that will tug her heartstrings,
A tune to return the land of colour
To nature and the beauty of several colours,
A tune that takes recompense for every march of juntas,
Of emissions and deposits to the horizons.
Kumini will learn to hug her brothers,
And not despise her sisters,
But the traitors, slayers of brothers, she shall not save.
Mahalia, I endear you,
Tell Kumini that the many deficits of the colonies
Transited me into the world of knowledge
I didn't die of her birth nor breed,
The colonies killed me.
A flag at bay
When the torrents of the world beckons,
When it beckons and keeps me at bay,
I waved a flag,
A call to the people at shore,
People who already laid at anchor,
In the affluence and fortune of the sea,
I called for rescue, I am ensnared,
I am trapped at bay, no one stuttered.
Bay - a state of helplessness,
Where even a man of strength cannot trod.
Bay - a situation, a time once or twice,
In the lifetime of every man,
Man only hope to get a lifeguard,
A life guard to the rescue at a time of sinking.
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- The Anointed Parrot
- A Maffy Wiffey Like The Maffling Mafflet
- Let it stay
- O Holy Night
- Greatest gbo gbo
- We died with them
- o I wish everything is perfect
- King David
- MY MAMA
- THE POWER OF FEMINITY
- Ghetto Evangelist
- The Seven Warriors
- Lovephire and Lifephire
- Rhythms of the Falls
- The great doom
- DODO SHARAM
- NWABALI AND TEAM
- LOVING THE SINGLE LADY
- Harmony of Life's Calabash
- The Melody Lane
- The speaking Rock
- Dream
- THE GOVERNMENT OF THIS GREAT NATION
- Purpose 🧩🪡
- Persevere 🧠
- Ashes
- A message for the messanger
- LOVE'S DILEMMA.
- KOINONIA
- C.L.U.E. Person |Cold ❄ Logical 🤔 Unemotional 😐 Evasive 🌨️|
- THANKYOU
- ONETIME IN AMILLION
- THE LAND OF EQUITY AND JUSTICE
- Autumn
- Name
- Where does it really get lonely?
- SAIL
- GO!
- SWEETLOVER COULD YOU BE MY SWEET LOVER
- IF YOU HAVE MONEY
- NIGERIA OF OUR DREAM
- INVITATION AND HYPOCRISY
- RAPTURE
- Sunday to the Saints
- Proud to Pray
- SERVANT OF THE LAND
- MY MOTHER'S A WARRIOR
- REMINISCE
- Salam Alaikum
- Rogation
- Love me now
- IT TAKES A WISE TO UNDERSTAND
- The World We Met
- YOUR MINDS DON’T MIND
- TINY DEMONS
- THE RAINFALL
- 1st Corinthians 4:15
- SAND
- CROSS
- DREAMY
- The I am That Is Not I am
- STREET!
- ONE DAY
- VERTIGO
- MOONCHILD
- ADAM IN EVE(The Requiem)
- ADAM IN EVE(The Requiem)
- ADAM IN EVE(The Musical)
- MORNING BIRD
- DIVERGENCE
- PSP
- HIDE AND SKIN
- THE KING’S WAGER
- EVENING DIRGE
- AT HOME WITH NATIVES
- ASOKORO THIS NIGHT
- POUNDO
- WALLS
- DEATHROPHONE
- DARKNESS
- CONQUEST
- Rejection
- I AM BLACK
- Where is our limit?
- The tears of a woman
- MONDAY TAHNAN
- MY RELIGION
- If and only if
- Distant love
- PAIN
- ONE NIGERIA,MY COUNTRY
- A COUNTRY CALL NIGERIA
- OH PRAY FOR US!
- The Great Depression
- Awesome Core 🏔️
- I see you 👀 | I C U |Intensive Care Unit
- Dancing With The Dancing Dance
- The Anointed Parrot
- The Anointed Parrot
- MAN
- Who I Love
- GREED and FALL
- Fatal Seduction
- They tell us 'Don't, They don't tell us "Why"
- Decisions
- Moon light
- SHE SERVED ME A BREAKFAST
- 💘||••My Mom••||💘
- Title: Love's Embrace
- Title:- FREEDOM
- Nothing is little 💫
- My Pen Crime
- My Opinion about the World I live in.
- Heart Cry ?? ??
- A new beginning
- Deep Reminisce
- Purest of heart 🤱 ♥ | Worth 30 million Euros 💶
- CROWN
- If Being An African Worth It
- Balance is the key ♎⚖️ 🗝️
- Time of life 🌪️
- I watched
- Save yourself 🌬️
- Fastest & Strongest 🐥🍼
- THE MAGNIFICENT CONQUEST
- SonRise 🌞
- Eternal Connections: Love's Enduring Glow
- Endless Affection: Souls United in Love
- Familial Bond: Unbreakable Threads of Love
- Sustaining Progress: Love's Guiding Light
- NURTURING LOVE THROUGH LIFE'S CHALLENGES
- LUCIFER'S FALL by Richie Kharis
- Growing Consciousness 🥀
- Forward is Forward 🐞
- Lust Sheep 🐑 | Lordship | How to find ur way back
- The Comfort Zone
- Push Through the Pain 😭
- Infinite Heart Song
- Eternal Embrace 🕯️
- Whispers of Yesterday
- Chronicles of Eternity ✴️
- AFTER THE SHOOTINGS
- Guard Against The Man
- A Young Poet by de bar
- Sadness
- WE MOVE
- UKRAINE AGAIN! 🙏
- FAIRY ROMANCE by Richie Kharis
- Harmony
- and so what!
- Lucifer
- Monday by de bar
- Running to meet Jesus (My Lover)
- Nightmare
- AESTHETIC OF NEW YEAR
- MY LIFE
- THE WAY I EMBARKED ON
- Heart Message
- Agony
- Schmooze Lifecycle
- Schmooze Lifecycle
- You Broke my Heart
- The Prey
- Lonely
- The Hypocrisy of Life and Death
- Nigeria's Flawed 2023 Polls
- JOHNNY WHITE by Richie Kharis
- THE REALITY OF SURVIVAL by Richie Kharis
- The First Kiss by de bar
- The Ant
- My Little Seed
- God, my Father
- MY UTMOST DESIRE
- The Pains of War
- Time Sojourner
- INVICTUS.
- OPEN LETTER
- JOY
- Veronica
- To Kill a Roach
- Whispers of the Wind
- Secrets
- Wall Paper
- Stillbirth
- Ẹẹ́rìndílógún: An ode to the 16th President of the Federal Republic of Nigeria
- Suffering and Smiling
- Lost Rhythms
- Celestial Symphony
- Eledumare, the Great Creator
- Broken
- Motherhood
- STRING BY STRING
- Walking through chaos
- Holding Unto Your Dreams
- Limerick
- Listen to the Quiteness
- Man And His Dream
- HOMEless
- Scars
- WHERE'S YOUR ORIGIN
- O DEAR LONELY PARK
- Nothing is Free
- STEP BY STEP
- Running to meet my Lover
- My Determination
- My Hero
- The Celebrated Murderer
- The Flames of War
- You are not me, I am not you
- HEY YOU!
- The Lands Of The Niger
- Meticulous Mind
- Meticulous Mind
- ALMOST HOMELESS - AN ADDENDUM
- Flaw
- War
- The Horse behind
- The Spec in the Eyes of those who see
- Funky Junk
- Nah Single I single
- MY BELOVED COUNTRY
- MY BELOVED COUNTRY
- THE WORLD WE LIVE IN
- Every Shade Of Blue
- The Texture Of Wood.
- Writers
- Beyond Eyes
- Lone
- Poetry
- Who is wrong?
- Backhand, Sixth Sense and This Dilemma
- When Will Morning Come?
- Reflection
- Ode to a Step Son
- Fear
- The fake smile
- CHESS ♟️
- TEMPTATION
- If I disappeared, would anyone care?
- Nigeria
- Death......oh death!
- ELECTION DAY
- In Justice
- Goodbye
- Magún (Thunderbolt)
- Welcome to Nigeria
- Jogodo
- A sight of scenic beauty
- A Black Sailor's Song
- What love can do
- Life : My journey
- The Preacher
- NEMBE
- Before the Reaper Come
- A Depressed soul
- Election Resolution
- UNDER THE COVER OF DARKNESS
- Naira Redesigned, Chaos to Nigerians
- LIFE EXPERIENCES
- DIRTY PEACOCK
- ASHES
- Sexual immorality
- BROKEN
- Consciousness
- New Day
- Money
- The Blank Book
- Bold step
- Let go
- Sonnet
- My never falling love!!
- Reflection
- My life is in the pen
- A love for all time
- You are the one!!
- Oh samira
- My country!!
- OT Guy
- Envy vs Jealousy
- Tell Yourself the Truth
- Take your lamp O' mother
- Ajókê
- Neither me nor you
- My Journey::;::::::Ara'a tun ra ri
- Every-where soundEvery-where
- No woman no cry!!
- My prayer
- Why do the bells of Christmas ring?
- Iféøluwa
- Share it
- My mother
- I did not die again
- I have tried my best
- Traditional love!!!
- Mr Jack
- Tears
- Dream to lagos
- Happy birthday
- TURUGUREM
- For Mount Osin
- Our Duty Not A Game
- Ode to Life and Love on the Highlands of Ekiti
- We are praying
- Truely I tell you this!!
- Happy birthday
- I met a new friend
- My lady
- A place A land
- Take me to where poet are!!
- Lie's
- Night
- Blind girl!!
- Walk to limelight!!
- Àbíku Omó
- Past!!
- I will dance with you
- Give thanks
- Why are you sad!!
- Treasure!!
- I love you so much!!
- I love you
- Nature
- He go soon see shege
- will you ever know me
- sad!!
- THEPEN OF A POET
- Death
- Back on my feet
- Chicken
- Buried alive
- Samantha
- Am a hustler
- If I could chose to come again
- Tell me if it was a crime
- Zaynab
- Pain
- Who will hold me tight
- Mother word's
- Traveler
- Day Dream
- Rich Dad
- My true love
- Letter to FIFA
- who or what should we love must
- Take your lamb O" mother
- My brother to war
- AWELEWA!
- Tomorrow is her birthday
- Am from here!
- Why did you choose me!!
- She is not my wife
- If I have a wings
- T challa is gone
- I shall tell you about ghetto
- She is my sister's
- Have seen Angel work on earth
- MY Greatest Regret in Life
- Letter to US Dollar
- Blessed
- We
- MAKER
- TOUGH TIME
- I Am Done
- An Orphan With Parents!!!
- Legendary Legends by debar
- Let Me Feel Among by de bar
- Love Only Can Heal Love by de bar
- Mr Royalty by de bar
- Pretence by de bar
- Reputation by de bar
- Talents by de bar
- That Country by debar
- That Emotional Eye by de bar
- The Shy Type by de bar
- The Struggles are being Neglected by de bar
- The unusual that has gradually become usual by de bar
- Them by de bar
- Tears Amidst Cheers
- The Author's Pen
- OWO MASSACRE
- Jungle justice
- Unrighteous Saints
- Jailer
- To Every True Nigerian
- Waiting on Love - Aduke
- The Freedom Gate
- My Conversation With A Famous Poet
- My First Drink
- THE GURU
- My Mother
- I DID IT MY WAY
- My Child
- My Lost Rib
- LAMARIN
- A Ride For My Dead
- We Are Born Free
- YOU SHALL SOON LEAVE US BUBU
- THE NIGHT SUN
- Drums and Crowd
- I don't think too much about love
- OLOKUN
- MY FRIENDS ON THE OTHER SIDE
- The Fulanis At Kubwa Train Station
- Letter To A Young Man
- Goddess Of Beauty
- My Faith Never Dye
- October one
- The life...the best.
- Backward Never I Dream
- THE GREATEST FATHER EVER by Richie Kharis
- Row row your boat
- My Cat Couldn't Catch a Rat
- GOLGOTHA
- An ode to death
- TOWN CRIER
- LOVE UNRETARDING
- In The Dark World
- ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis
- Quest for Yarinyan
- THE STORY BEHIND DIFFERENT RACES by Richie Kharis
- Edge of My Existence
- TEN LINES OF WITTINESS
- THE LONELY CROWD
- Damned Generation
- Love Making
- Women
- Romance
- A Greater Nigeria
- The Inquisitor
- What's Life?
- The Lane
- MY COUNTRY
- My Perfect Me Each Day
- Even When Greys Fall
- A She I Know
- WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY?
- Emergence
- AKUKO GAGARA
- COMING HOME
- Shining Stars
- TRAPPED
- PAINFUL SMILES
- Pains are Beautiful!
- NIGERIA WILL RISE AGAIN
- OJÚLÓPÉSÍ
- WHEN THE SHADOWS STARE
- FRUITS IN THE VOID
- MOTH
- MIRROR (A CONVERSATION BETWEEN ADEDOYIN AND OMOLARA
- THOUGHT PROCESS
- MAYBE I’M IMAGINING THINGS
- UNTITLED
- CREATURE
- 7:30 AM
- STAINED
- CONFLICTED SOUL
- September 9th
- MOTIVE
- BLAME
- PEBBLE
- BLAME
- BURNING
- SILENCE
- DEATH LURKS
- Umasonim ~ Followed by Goodness.
- The Extraordinary of the ordinary
- THERE WAS A COUNTRY
- CHANCE
- The Nigerian Politician
- Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep...To Làbàkè
- Give us this day our daily garri
- Political Promises(Believe)
- Differences
- The Lion Heart.
- The history of us
- Dying will to wield a change
- THE WISDOM YOU NEED
- Kpangeyi
- My Love
- MASSACRE INSIDE THE SANCTUARY
- NURSE
- Battle with impurity
- Waist Bead Lover
- Stranger-democracy
- A LOT IN MY TIME
- LET US SAVE NIGERIA
- MY GRAND FATHER
- IMAGINE THAT
- THE SONG OF LONELINESS
- THE NIGHT RAIN
- WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE
- YOUR HUSBANDS
- THE NIGHT RAIN
- THE FUTURE UNKNOWN
- OUR KING'S DAUGHTER
- WHEN YOU SEE OLUCHI
- COULD YOU BELIEVE?
- IT IS TIME
- BOREDOM
- THE TALE OF YARI AND THE SPIRITS (I)
- MURDER IN THE CATHEDRAL (To Owo victims)
- OUR WORLD, OUR PAIN, OUR REMEDY
- Your vote counts
- FUNNY THING ABOUT LIFE
- The trials of jethro
- TOMORROW CAN ONLY WISH US WELL
- GOOD THINGS TAKE TIME
- Opportunity
- I wish
- MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD
- Wole Soyinka
- My society
- Silence Becomes Violence
- THE CORE OF CORRUPTION _ Richie Kharis
- A Letter to my crush
- Leah Sharibu the unsung heroine
- Akunna the Osu goddess
- The Cry of a wounded Nigerian
- Weep not Nigeria
- Nigeria the sleeping giant
- Nigeria My Motherland
- Nigeria
- A GOOD LEADER
- CONSCIENCE_Richie Kharis
- THE PAST
- Làbáké
- It's over mate
- Friends
- UNTITLED.
- THE ART OF LIFE
- My Roof, My Rules
- Mirror mirror [lll]
- Mirror mirror [ll]
- WARS OF TOMORROW
- MIRROR MIRROR
- Education
- The Girl I Called My Boo
- Ephobia
- Prisoner of Depression.
- The pain of the world
- Broken reality
- Silence
- If silence could speak
- Silence
- Sunset at predawn
- Marriage drama and its many genres - a duet
- Fpg contest
- One Loop
- Agape Love
- LIKE PETROL, UNLIKE PETROL
- Our old men
- Lullaby to Princess
- Collaborate to Succeed
- Electioneering
- I can't
- BOY SCOUTS
- Sweet Repose II
- Sweet Repose I
- The State of A nation.
- EFFORTS ON REELS
- GIORGIO BABONI
- I Am The Victim Of Myself
- Sabeta
- MY MOTHER THE IYELOGBE OF EDO
- .
- Olaiva
- Sometime in April (My Fallen Heroes)
- Lamps of Education
- Upward Bound
- 100 percent about me
- Memories of Mama
- A Prayer
- My Valentine's Anthem
- Love Me when you can...
- Nigerian Politician
- Satan's Chronicle
- All I Have Left
- Barrenness to Adoration
- Sinful Imagination II
- LONG RIVER
- My Story of Southern Kaduna
- My Story of Northern Nigeria
- Afterlife in Anguished
- Marital Gift Snatched
- My Love Story
- Sacrilege
- Sinful Imagination
- MONEY
- The Fall of Man
- THE CLARION CALL I OBEY
- We are Journalists
- Not For You
- Deserted
- My Endocardium
- Deaths Harrasing Thoughts
- The idiosyncratic
- What If?
- I Am A Poet
- A crying child
- Anxious Outcast
- Kiss me goodnight
- To The Woman I Fell In Love With
- A Wish
- Fatherhood
- HARMATTAN
- Nothing last forever
- M.O.A.T - MY OGA AT THE TOP
- EVEN IN FREEDOM
- ON THE BANKS
- GOLDEN RUBBISH
- Black Girl
- OUR BROTHER HAS GONE MAD AGAIN (To those enduring the madness in town)
- My Country
- The lazy bird
- Where I want to live
- Silence
- I'm scared of you
- GRACE
- *****
- Thoughts of you
- World of words
- Another bed of lies
- Hidden Things
- THE YOUNG BOY @61
- A Regretful Mistake
- We Are The Snails
- NATION BUILDING
- ,
- STAKE
- Cam...
- I choose You
- I Hate To Tell You
- LETTER TO MY SPOUSE
- DREAMS
- BUT YOU SAID, YOU LOVE ME
- Where does True happiness lie?
- IN OUR LITTLE SMALL VILLAGE
- The hidden force
- It is called acting
- How to love a feminist
- Die empty
- Unconforming
- Imagine
- EL ELYON(THE UNFATHOMABLE MYSTERY)
- Tell Us
- Those
- Gradually
- Làbáké
- A WOMAN
- BIRD'S EYE VIEW
- NIGERIANS OF MY TIME
- Thanksgiving
- Paradox of existence
- CHASING THE WIND
- Life Tracks
- Mulatto's Scar
- Never' Never Land
- Longings
- HUMANS
- THE KISS OF THE DEVIL
- Rainy thoughts.
- Dear Mama
- FAREWELL MESSAGE OF JULY
- AN ENEMY WITHIN
- COLD HANDS
- Afresh
- Twist
- Trust
- My Black Skin
- BREVITY OF LIFE
- A Nation in doldrums.
- Limit Line
- NO PLACE LIKE HOME
- LiNES WRITTEN DURING MY JOURNEY HOMEWARD.
- THE JOURNEY
- THAT THING
- Disorder
- Dear Music
- NO GOING BACK
- With Me
- Uncharted
- Pass me not
- *Why God Chose Me?*
- *Meant to Be*
- *WHO ARE YOU* ?
- *Seek*
- *A MAN AFTER MY HEART*
- *The Power of Youth*
- Regrets, Insecurities and Fears II
- THE PROBLEM MAN
- Miss Fortune's Misfortune
- The Real Lunatics
- Undying
- DON'T STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
- MOTHERS EARTH
- THE BROKEN APPOINTMENT
- HALF A YELLOW SUN
- POETIC JUSTICE
- LETTER TO AN UNKNOWN LADY
- LET ME BE
- SMILE
- WHAT GOOD IS A DAY?
- BE SENSY NOT JUST SEXY!
- SUCCESS GOT NO AGE TAG
- CUT SOAP FOR ME
- Book Of Hope
- Blissful Eyes Of Clay in The Multitude.
- Mortal
- Adventure
- SAVE A SOUL
- THE CRY
- Modern Marriage.
- THE SONG OF NAMCHI
- HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
- Abused
- BlESSING
- The Ancient Dance
- BROKEN
- Drift
- GARMENT OF PRIDE
- UNCENSORED
- IN SEARCH OF BEAUTY
- THE TESTATOR
- CHALICE
- WORD
- The fresh beginning
- A LETTER TO A NIGERIAN FRIEND
- CHALICE
- UBUNTU
- HOUSE
- Prayer of a dying girl
- For what?
- THIS IS WAR,LOVE IS LOST
- LETTER TO MY HUSBAND
- I Know
- The Day I'll Be Breathless
- The Journey Through The Tunnel
- I Believe
- Nitty-gritty
- HOW LONG?
- WE DANCED THE CULTURAL DANCE
- HAPPY NEW MONTH
- LIVE NOT LIFE
- MY CHILDHOOD DAYS
- SEASON OF IRONY
- Black and Beautiful
- Money and Sapa
- Shades of Penury
- PROUDLY AFRICAN
- WHERE IS THE LAND I COME FROM
- ISN'T THIS ROSEMARY?
- "Robbery"
- No Man Is An Island
- DARKNESS
- Silence
- TRY AGAIN
- ODE TO A TROUBADOUR
- WARSHIP
- TENANTS OF THE HOUSE
- HERMIT
- Hilltop Rose
- Glitch
- WE LOVE SOCCER
- TALES OF A NATION
- My Personal Dairy
- *Bleeding Nation*
- Time
- Anticipated Coming
- The greatest gift (mother's day poem)
- Become The Man You Plan To Be
- Your Voice
- Where do we go wrong
- When I'm no More
- TALENT
- THE LIFE I WANT
- A day shall come
- Morning
- The view from Ugele hill
- More about love
- Reminisces on the eve of my departure
- PLUG
- To my wife if I leave
- I am not dirty
- Aloof from your "crazy"
- Brigandage
- Dying declarations
- A flag at bay
- Getting hurt
- Ode to my TUTOR
- My Muse
- Do Not Go Nigeria
- A trip to insanity
- The warrior i became.
- DEMIDEVIL Night 7th
- Caged
- Felicity
- When I Am No More
- One Time Lovers
- Gift me a lotus tree
- A Poor Boy's Love
- Why must love hurt so?
- THE CURSED CROSS
- The danger I love
- Dreamer's dream
- Anchor
- This and that
- Sapa
- SILENT
- /maɪ mjuːz/
- HER
- Only Human
- Easy
- FRENEMIES
- BELOVED STRANGERS
- BEFORE I DIE
- OUR PUNCTURED PRIDE
- Just Give Us Hope
- The calling
- What legacy shall I leave behind
- Unfinished
- This and that
- Beauty from ashes
- OGÚN
- I'll go and talk to the President
- Messiah's coming
- LOVE THE GREATEST EVANGELISM
- As He Is !
- SAY THE WORD
- The Mystery of God's Love (ADITU)
- Never change the way you are
- Family
- Knowing God's Will
- A Minute
- It's Really Up To You
- MEET UP
- SERENITY’S SOLO
- Stay With Me Nigeria
- Stereotypic Nepotistic Politricks
- KOLA
- Frenemies
- MYSTERY
- A Proud Heritage
- Happiness is a moment's job
- MY WHOLE LIFE
- Executhieves, Sinators and Authorithieves
- I AM HAPPY TO BE ME
- Lone Wolf
- I L Y
- Do-Re-Me-Fo-Sa-La-Ti-Do
- The Voice Of God
- Forbidden Love
- The Mystery of God's Love ADITU)
- the day walks into the sunset
- Cry....And Let Me See
- Alone
- I Am Me
- meet me where the traffic jams
- Can You Sing?
- and then i left the room
- Abnormal man
- Backup Plan
- My Heart Still Hurt
- Never Leave
- A Lost Smile
- THE END OF THE TIDE THAT CAME
- A New Leaf
- As A Country Soweth. . .
- Covid 19
- My lovely mother
- BERCEUSE
- "On a Good day"
- Udi and the Animals
- LISTEN YOU UNRULY SON OF THIS LAND.
- Quotable quotes
- Imu mechien
- DNA TEST (The African way) For Tunde Thomas
- The Crowned King
- Scared To Love
- Ballad from the grave
- Fortitude
- THE ROAD TO THE NORTH, LEADS HOME.
- Religion
- Bad Government
- Take Your Bread With Love
- The Sunset.
- Kankara
- One angle from the basket
- The Human Rose
- Regrets, Insecurities and Fears
- Watch Her
- In every shade - the book
- ITEKUN
- The Failed Creation
- New Axis From Excavation
- Uncaging
- The first journey
- Vain Learnings
- Irony of Life
- Take Your Bread With Love
- Prayer
- Teacher
- Risk
- Living Water
- IGBOBONELIMI
- Child Heart
- Myself
- Who are you?
- Only You
- When We Hurt Someone We Love
- Time
- Walking alone..but not
- Trapped
- Dust....an understanding
- LOOSE ME
- I Know Of a Place
- IDAHOMI
- THE MINER FOR THE GOLD
- The Warld
- Sometimes
- Falling star
- I’m Sorry My Friends
- Sowing Creed
- TRACK LEFT UNMARKED (A RUINED GENERATION)
- THE WANDERER
- REVOLUTION
- Failed Fellowship
- Our Darling Lover
- THE MERGE
- XMAS AT BOUNDARY
- WE CAUSE TALL TREES TO SPRANG
- A Beautiful Suicide
- Stupid era
- Drop of tears
- LOVE ON THE WEB
- EVENING SUN
- LOVE EN TOTAL
- Unhappy Me
- ODE TO MAMBILA PLATEAU
- GOD'S HAND
- Let Me
- Bukky-Go-Round
- Stay at Home
- I
- ODE TO ANAMBRA WAXBILL BIRD
- NOT AFRAID (for Lekki massacres)
- Dirty Glasses
- The Call Of Nigeria
- A NEW NIGERIA IS BORN
- October 20, 2020
- THE GOWN OF TROUBLE
- NO MORE SARS NO MORE SWAT NO MORE POLICE BRUTALITY
- Pastoral
- Curiosity
- Top of the Ladder
- ENDING SARS
- BEFORE THE HARD CLAPPING (For those that died of coronavirus)
- Night Night
- MIRAGE ( A sonnet )
- GIRLS HIGH IN DESIRES
- This Time
- Virus
- Independent
- Covid 19
- ELERGY TO JOHN PEPPER CLARK
- MY GIRL IS UPSTREET GIRL
- HEARTS BREAK SLOWLY
- CEASELESS FLOW
- LOVE ME LIKE A RIVER
- HAIL HER
- A TRUE STORY IN THE NORTH
- RAIN HOW SWEET THE SOUND
- THE LAND WITHOUTH EASE
- WHERE IS THE OLD ME?
- A CHILD'S HEART
- OH GARRI, MY GARRI
- I CAN'T MARRY A POETESS
- DESERTED
- LIKE A PREY
- AN UNFORGETTABLE DAY IN THE NORTH
- SOMEWHERE IN THE NORTH
- THE VOID
- REUBEN UGOCHUKWU
- OUR JOY RESTORED
- NIGHTMARE
- THAT SEASONED NIGERIA
- A Squirrel Hunter
- National Youth Service Corps
- FEAR
- GOING HOME
- HOW LONG
- THIS HOUSE IS BREAKING
- NOT BY CHANCE
- IFEOMA
- MARRIAGE OF THE SOUTH
- I DIED YESTERDAY
- SIP FROM THE SEA
- I'm Black
- TRACK LEFT UNMARKED (A RUINED GENERATION)
- It's Raining
- JUST FOR A WHILE
- YOU ARE AMAZING
- CATCH THE LOVE YOUNG
- STREETS OF KAULA
- HAPPINESS
- Wind
- BEAUTIFUL WITCH
- The Architect
- The Earth and the Starry Heavens
- Take me to the altar
- Message to Myself
- I'm that black child
- And we danced not again
- Our Plea
- Doma’s Call
- Pandora
- Sour Libido
- The Lad's Cries
- BLACK'S WITHOUT WHITE'S
- Take a shot now
- The State Of African Leaders
- Knowledge Sleeping in our Department
- Her Voice On The Phone
- ONCE UPON A BEAUTY
- Another great mind lost
- Buried me not with the great
- If I Die Tonight
- Nigeria 🇳🇬
- My Rose 🌹 Lover
- On Love
- Sons of the slave masters
- Great Men Of Valour
- Launched in the deep
- Freedom In View
- Old Mrs Idunnu
- The old us
- Letter To The HEART
- Bullies
- Captive
- SENTIMENTS (A HEART OF BOLD)
- RANDOM FORCE OF EMOTIONS (LOST SOUL)
- Write Me A Poem
- I Have Found You Here
- Her Request
- MY DYING MOTHER
- WAITING FOR THE RAIN
- You don't have to be me to be you
- Fleeting Anguish
- FAKE LOVER
- Morning Glory
- BRUISES
- The Hope of Someday
- The raining days
- SMILE NOW
- A LITTLE PLANT
- Life is like melody
- Who is behind whispering?
- Covid-19's delicacy
- A Life For A Life
- Mama Africa
- Eagle eyes
- I'll write about i
- My mother
- Life in medical school
- What is home?
- My ex
- Ponder
- Lessons from the coronavirus pandemic
- Fragrance
- ASTOUND VISITOR
- Rise Again
- ALKEBULAN
- MEMORIES OF ME
- COVID19
- RONA
- Unspoken words
- Mr president
- Fallen
- BEAUTY OF LOVE
- Your wish
- My first kiss
- Why should I hire you?
- Abiodun
- The Sonnet
- The Light Over Andoni
- Change
- Port Harcourt
- It Is Futile To Sneer At Alaké
- I Won't Forget You Even If You Limp
- Glory
- 1914
- To The End Of The World
- August Child
- A Million Charms
- Her Silence
- Excuses
- Grachi
- Keep Your Love Close And Your Sword Closer
- Dark
- Only The Brave
- All My Loving
- Heroine
- Paradise on Earth
- I Will Be Silent
- RAVISHING RABI
- AFRICA
- TRYING TIME
- 18 plus one...
- The world has gone to war
- Mirage
- APO TO AREA 1
- PANDEMIC
- VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN
- The Road
- Depression- A struggle
- Farewell in Harmattan
- The fear of tomorrow
- Stories Untold
- AWAITING HER CUM
- ...Here
- Bread for the wise
- Feel
- The Breeze
- Partial Exit
- Roses in a Vase
- Home
- DARKNESS
- There
- A LETTER TO MY LOVER FROM THE DARK
- THE REALITY OF MY SMILE
- MY WATERMELON
- Even When No One Does
- DEEPEST TOUCH
- THE JOURNEY
- JUSTICE
- ADDICTION
- Depression
- Virtue
- Drenched in esctacy
- The Coin
- IGARA CHICKEN
- OUR HUNCHBACK
- CORRUPTION
- The Stranger I Love
- The Man in my Youth
- My First Beautiful Beast
- Love, what have you done?
- IT IS A LOAN
- The Future
- POLYGAMY
- SAVE THE NATION
- Above the law.
- At our age (1st October)
- Because I Love
- PROSPERITY POWER
- MAINTAINING SUCCESS
- Belief
- m͠o͠t͠h͠e͠r͠s͠
- FAKE LOVE
- UNDER MY COVER
- LET'S UNITE DESPITE OUR DIFFERENCE
- Why you let me down?
- The Girl I'll Marry
- Lists of littlest things
- The Sound of Alert
- ....Serenade
- BIRD IN A CAGE
- HAND OF D
- DEATH
- My world
- STRIVING TO SUCCEED
- Moooooooo.........
- Your Best
- Nature's beat
- What if
- Anger trapped in a jar
- Recognition
- Blade of Secrets
- Akalamagbo
- DONATELLA
- Horrible Sight
- An End of You
- Limerick
- Hate Me Not
- SOLOMON GRUNDY
- Child Seize the Air
- Dignity
- Tragic Comedy
- Faceless
- The Renegade
- Which Way?
- Little world
- Renegade Of June 12
- Ogbanje
- Ode To A Beauty
- A Bicycle Learner
- Across The Niger
- Noises Of The River
- Things that I miss (Poem in four parts)
- Jagaban Borgu
- The Interment
- Lullaby
- The Bargain For Life
- The Locked Country
- LOVE U LIKE THIS
- Never AGAIN
- YOUTHiLITY
- Scars
- Distress
- A Funny Girl
- Ibara in the sun
- Poetry..
- The Black Woman
- Ogori
- Time
- Humble The Poet
- The Path
- Pleasant Sight
- The Wretched Of The Earth
- ROSARY
- REQUIEM MAY 29
- THRENODY
- WHAT IF I SAID I LOVE YOU
- REVENGE TIME
- Far beauty
- Letter To My Son
- A MAN SHOULD BE ALONE
- Drop The Picture, Pick the Nature
- Rain
- Eve of my daughter's wedding
- THE BOOK YOU GAVE ME
- DEAR
- Sonnet XXX: what am I
- Characters from the Grave
- Rainbow: An African Girl
- PRESS ON
- Nostalgia
- Silence
- AFRICA
- The Story In My Head (II)
- Remember Us This Way
- JUSTICE HAS BEEN BUTCHERED
- Why Should I?
- OSELUS (THE POLITICIANS)
- DILEMMA OF HOPE
- THE SOLDIERS HOPE
- THE PROCESSION
- THE MINISTER
- BLAME IT ON THE MONEY
- OUR SARS
- THEY SAY OUR SKIN IS DARK
- THE CONVERSATION
- UNLOCK MON CŒUR.
- DO YOU?
- I, Too
- Ours to Fare, not to Fear
- Imagine
- Butterfly
- RABBIT STEW
- *Fun era* *(Funeral)*
- An hole for you
- O Sambisa
- Never Far Away!
- Ire
- We've been waiting
- My Scars
- Song for things
- The Nigerian Sonnet
- Life & me
- ….. Not like this
- ...By myself
- UNIT TESTS
- Sa Ni Da Pa
- LONELINESS
- SORRY
- MONEY - SAHAJ SABHARWAL
- NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS
- Relaxation
- EDUCATION
- MOTHER
- RESPECT
- Independent
- Split Horizon
- Not for you...
- SLAVES
- HEALING OF THE SOUL
- The Female of our species
- Democracy in Nigeria
- Die to yourself
- To love the wrong
- Dear Madame
- Makanre!
- At the steps
- To all those who were weird in class
- Ode To Fledging Stars
- Gracious Words
- Bodies
- Girls
- A woman shouldn't stare
- He is Risen
- Tales by Moonlight
- Caribbean Mind
- Time
- A Rainy Night in a Nigerian City
- Struck Dumb
- BEYOUTIFUL
- Who Is Who Africa?
- My Love
- Throwback Thursday
- DARKNESS
- Bring Back Our Girls
- PATHS
- A sick Egret
- I'm All Yours
- I remember
- We Are Never Forgotten
- Happy Sabbath
- Say no to drugs
- Forever And Always
- In Memory of Mrs A. O. Oloniyo
- The Butterfly
- Sometimes You Are
- Have I Told You Yet
- purpose for living?
- THE WAILING PEN
- Since the blood!!!
- Come back!
- Dream right!!!!!
- Bird in Bush
- When life kick you in the mouth!!!
- The Princess
- Young Lady
- Mother Teresa's Anyway Poem
- The Valley of Vision
- I see a new Nigeria
- I Love My Mama
- Agidigbo
- Virus of the Mind
- VACATION
- All About Girls
- A Soldier's Daughter
- I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer
- From My Heart
- The Lonely Guy
- When the going is getting better
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