Omotayo Fatunbi

Biography: I am just a lover of nature, art, a scavenger roaming the earth in search of good painting, sculpture, music, movie, poetry; and I try as much as possible to add mine for others like me to pick up. Life is too short to achieve all my big heart wishes to, but I just want to make my little contribution before death claims me.

Omotayo Fatunbi's Profile

Omotayo Fatunbi
Wednesday 11 November 2020

I’m Sorry My Friends

If I can’t cruise around town with you

To hunt for skimpy skirts

Jumpy jumpers and pencil trousers

Learn to forgive me, please.


If I can’t go chasing

For busty boobs and big booty 

For shinny braids and glossy lips

Learn to understand with me, please.

If I can’t hang around with you

And gist deep into the night

Like it used to be in days of old

Forgive me for my change of ways.


A woman is a woman

Whether slim or fat

Tall or short

Dark or fair


I’ve got one

And that’s enough

But try to understand it’s not my fault

That the one I chose is not your taste.

© Fatunbi Omotayo


Omotayo Fatunbi
Wednesday 11 November 2020

Sowing Creed

On eagle's wing,

together we'll soar,

with tide high or low,

like boat we'll float,

since God is d wind that controls our sail,

let's spread our wings,

We cannot fail.

Dear Lord we pray,

hear us dis day,

when we till d ground and sow a seed,

send d rain and let d sun smile,

bless our seed so we also could smile

to your house with thanksgiving,

amidst of bountiful harvest.

(C) Fatunbi Omotayo


Omotayo Fatunbi
Monday 2 November 2020

Failed Fellowship

A bunch of errant bench warmers

Bound by a deceitful daily ritual

A sacrifice to diverse personal gods

While on every lip, Praises of the one true God.


Malice clings unto the sisters’ breasts

Hatred flaming in the brothers’ eyes

Backbiting clambers unto the mountain’s crest

A people filled with sassiness, hypocrisy and lies.


They gossip with tongues that cut like blade

If for their likes, heaven is made

Then why won’t I make mandatory

A frequent hell fire sojourn?

© Fatunbi Omotayo


Omotayo Fatunbi
Monday 2 November 2020

Our Darling Lover

At first came a cloudy cloud

Followed by tears as they pelt down

And that chill in the air

That got me emotionally ill.


My heart throbs with pain

As it flows

A stream of memories

Through my bleeding heart.


Whether it’s karma

That brought about this trauma

My lessons I’ve in a hard way learnt

That what I used to call mine

 Is not just mine but ours.

© Fatunbi Omotayo


Omotayo Fatunbi
Thursday 29 October 2020

Let Me

Roam the earth as I will

Like a nomadic shepherd

Always on guard

And sleep outdoor at will.


Let me

Sojourn far away

In the strangest of strange lands

Never to go astray

But to grab the milk and honey

With my bare hands.


I wish for a reprieve

Like a raging renegade

I need relief.


Let me

Embrace solitude

For I am a hermit

Not willing to walk with multitude

Not going back to my vomit.


We all hide our hideous face

Concealing our crooked case

Wasting away in our comfort zone

In the city that offers us nothing.


Let me go

For it behoves me to do so

Till out of this boy

A man is made.

© Fatunbi Omotayo


Omotayo Fatunbi
Thursday 29 October 2020


Coming after you at full pelt

Never knew

I was barking up the wrong tree

That under the cloak of love, or lost, I was hiding


Dossing on the floor of illusion

Tossed here and there

Flying the blind sky

Like a fly in a dark lampshade


Hope sky-rocketing

Time flies with the speed of lightening

The day would come

When you’d slip and fall

In this well of love

That I’ve in my heart dug.


But the day would not come

For to his abode you hastily headed

To explore and exploit

Whatever it was that caught your owlish eyes

Yet your buttocks would not stick to his mat.


Again you make your move

To hobnob with yet another

And maybe fulfill your foolish fantasy.


A circle of friends we were

But like a merry-go-round

You successfully scaled through us

Still seriously holding to your cloudy claim

Of being a mummy’s girl

Despite your love for classy things

And the way you dog-chased

After flashy cars

From clubs to rendezvous of all sorts


Now you are on your own

In the maze of indecision

No one would heed your call

Time to leave room for others

 For you’ve had your way.



Or maybe not

You’ve learnt

That actions have consequences.

© Fatunbi Omotayo


Omotayo Fatunbi
Wednesday 28 October 2020

Stay at Home

Or wouldn’t you?

When a killer is on rampage

Out there on the street

It is there in the air you breathe.


Stay at home

Or wouldn’t you?

When the plague is lurking

Waiting at every corner

For another captive, another victim.



Stay at home

And keep washing your hand

Don’t touch anything

Maintain social distance

Even within the family.


For death is all around

On the lamp shade

On the kitchen cabinet

On the door post

On the street light pole.


Death has melted into thin air

It sits atop the tap water handle

On the washing hand basin

On the floor of the mosque

And even on the church seats.


How quick the border closed against the importation of rice

A good move; wrong timing

But the border would not close on time; against the world’s most dreaded virus

For they still had a trip here or there to make

Their children abroad needed some time to return home.


Now the virus is imported

Whether you have an international passport or not

It has been imported for all

At a cost too exorbitant for us

For we pay with our freedom of movement.


Yes we are now staying at home

We are no salary earners

But we stay at home

Even salary earners have exhausted their chicken feed

Yet we stay at home.


Of course we would stay at home

For it is better to die at home

Than to litter the street with corpses

We would stay at home

And save the health workers the stress of picking victims on every street.


Stay at home

For the nation has only few testing centers to boast of

Our hospitals lack facilities

It is no news

Since every politicians travel abroad for treatment.


People die of malaria

People die of all sorts of ailments

Kidney disease took a lot of our loved ones

It matters not

For our leaders seek refuge in UK hospitals


The number one citizen has spoken

Only three states to stay on lock down

Two, plus the Federal Capital Territory

A promise of relief materials was made

Only for them.


But the rest of us to stay at home

At our own risk

No food, no money, no relief material

Just stay at home

And keep washing your hands.


Omotayo Fatunbi
Friday 16 October 2020

This Time

This time will pass

Says the sound of my flute

This season of pandemic

This season of plague

That is poised to wipe mankind off the earth’s surface

This time will pass

Says the sound of my flute

This season of no handshake

Sneezing into the elbow

And warning of not touching my own face

This season will pass

Says the sound of my flute

This season of fear

This season of suspecting every coughing neigbours and friends

Maybe or maybe not its common cold or the dreaded covid19

This season of economic downturn

This season of land, air and water border closure

Even religious pilgrimages are forced to retreat

For this pandemic has no respect

For rich, poor, holy or atheist

Even the scientist were caught unaware

And thrown into all day and night research

To develop a potent vaccine for the cure

Be it a fulfillment of another apocalypse

None can tell for now

But it will pass

And make a page in our history

That a pandemic ravaged the world

And left the beasts to thrive

But tore apart the world of man.

© Fatunbi Omotayo (March 2020)


Trending Now

Most Rated Poems

Recently Joined

FPG Feeds