Babalola Augustine Adeola
Biography of Babalola Augustine Adeola
Was born on the 26th of august 1990 to the family of mr and mrs Taiwo Babalola (both late) . Attended st Peters demostration primary school Akure. Proceeded to Oyemekun grammar School Akure between 2002 - 2008. Currently an undergraduate of law at the Adekunle Ajasin University Akungba Akoko Ondo state, Nigeria. The fist runner up in the Adekunle Ajasin University Akungba Akoko ENT week (2012 edition) creative writing category
Babalola Augustine Adeola Poems
Bombs in the north flood in the south. Storm in the savannah and the iron rod that claim lives...
We are like firewood and candle sticks, some burning faster than the others. Just like that without justifications.
The Unending War
Even before the world known wars, men have alway been at war. Every man lived and dwell in war. War is part of our lives.
From My View
Let me take it from the lyrics of 'Don Williams' that he don't believe that right is right, and left is wrong. Who defines them?
Come let me tell you your doom... Now that you parade The savannah and high forests, Moving freely and feeding on others
Why I Hate You
Oh God, save my soul. Madness is gradually making himself my pal no maybe I am the one inviting him.
What Are You?
Everybody loves you, fighting every battle to have you. In ways we think we know best. The beautifull and the ugly,
I am a night walker. Yet, bat i am not and from vampire i do not descend. It is survival that has made his heart my home
Let Me Fly
Peace! Harmony, sharing, one, two... But only one and only one,
I tried to look, all i see are shadows and emptiness. Nothing is real... The day is bright,
Let Talk About It.
A broken pot will never visit the stream, except for mockery. Why should a broken plate remain in the kitchen? May be for referencing.
The Next Victim
What Are You?
Everybody loves you,
fighting every battle to have you.
In ways we think we know best.
The beautifull and the ugly,
the weak and the strong.
Not minding our brothers
whose corpse littered the battle ground
You stand on the platform,