David Oladipupo Olorunshola
Biography of David Oladipupo Olorunshola
David was born in Lagos(south west) of Nigeria but the parents are originally from Odo-ere in old Kabba province of kogi state, Nigeria. He had his education (primary to post graduate) in Lagos and his acedemic interest is in the sciences where he majored in Mathematics. His love for poetry dated back to his tender age when he started writing poems as a tenager. He has since written many unpublished poems as a hobby until recently when he started compiling them and writing more for publication in different media. He married his heart throb in lagos in 1994. He is a praticing and successful business man both on the national and international platform.
David Oladipupo Olorunshola Poems
Ezu River/Floating Bodies
Why do you watch And stand by, while being violated Not once, but again and again Leaving gory spectacles in your wake
Just before dawn Before the sun rises, Rising as early as possible With the hen clucking still
Everyone Has His Fight
You are not the only one Fighting; everyone has his fight. It is actually a fight for life; A fight for living
Voice Of Reason
Where is that just society? Where is that voice of reason? If you were dump, It would have been excusable
Anguish Of A Lover
Just call me Whenever you want me I will be there, For you, all the time
A Giant Hand
If you have not Been to my village Then you have not Been anywhere at all
The Label Define who you are And do not let others Define who you are
Tell me, i need to know Who your friend is No, no, no Don’t tell me, rather
I Am Taken
He touched me I can feel it Though, i utter no word Then, i look up
In between Is like in between the Enemy and the red sea Walking precariously along
The man ran But they ran faster They ran after him More like a mob
It Is A Race
We all are on a race A race for time
Ocean Of Love
Locked in warm embrace Two bodies knitted together Hands touching Bodies touching
Sometimes You ask yourself
What's on your mind?
And what is it filled with
Is it blank or crowded?
Filled with garbage trash
Or a clean slate waiting
To be written upon.
As we are patterned
After the mould of our heart
Because we rise and fall
At the dictate of what
Is written upon the tablet
Of our heart.