LOVE ME
Do not seek to make me A log to heat your fireplace. For even the stoutest log Soon, becomes forgotten ash, Consumed by the fires Of its own zeal. I...
POLY-TICKS
Don't leave politics for liars and fools Don't leave to thieves the nation's purse Else we have to eat their smelly stools When they've looted us off-course! Use your thumb...
IM(P)OSSIBLE
IM(P)OSSIBLE Impossible: Imp Possible? Wimp! .. Failure: Fail Lure? Wail! .. Achievable: Achieve Able? Receive! .. Strive Thrive. STANZA 1: Impossible: Imp Possible? Wimp! *Here, I took a journey into...
WHAT IS IN A NAME?
Do you know me because you know my name? It's not me; forget the wealth and the fame But what is in a name - An empty jar Is not...
POVERTY
[caption id="attachment_11920" align="aligncenter" width="397"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [POVERTY][/caption]Poverty, You murdered my dream And now I am chasing nightmares Of hungry monsters! Poverty, You know thin flesh covers my belly I only know...
THE NIGERIAN EQUATION
[caption id="attachment_11376" align="aligncenter" width="374"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [THE NIGERIAN EQUATION][/caption]Listen closely to this conversation, Between a father and a son, In Africa's most populous nation, Son: Father please resolve for me this...
ENEMY SO CLOSE
[caption id="attachment_11756" align="aligncenter" width="345"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [ENEMY SO CLOSE][/caption]An ENEMY So Close He came to me I never knew him before then ‘Said I am your friend My job is to...
I WON MYSELF
[caption id="attachment_8209" align="aligncenter" width="386"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom][/caption]Dust kissed the sole of my feet as I trod upon the ground valiantly a herculean task was set before me I peered...
Spoken Word Poetry by Obi
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EAfwjnPGDkU Spoken Word Poetry performance by Obi at Word Up Volume 2, Lagos, Nigeria
LYING TRUTH
[caption id="attachment_9529" align="aligncenter" width="347"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [LYING TRUTH][/caption]Making fictional fiction Handling the hand without a handle Gossip, our disgrace of truth We are so special Our absent minded self Is so...