Biography of Idogun Esohe
Born to Capt. and Mrs. Augustine Idogun on July 25,1995, Idogun Esohe spent her first two years in Ketu, Lagos state. Then she moved with her family to Port Harcourt, where she spent her entire childhood. She had her nursery and primary education in Calvary Montessori, nursery, and primary school. In 2005 she entered The Nigerian Navy secondary school for her junior secondary, and then moved to Nosakhare Model Educational centre for the completion of her secondary school. She soon gained admission in 2012 to the University of Benin, where she studied Animal science for a year. Few months later, she moved to Canada to study medicine. However, she is currently in York University
Idogun Esohe Poems
Miss You More Than Words Could Express
he distance is getting longer, the birds are whispering “ hi ”. The parrots are poke nosing “ what’s up with you? ”, the cars are honing.
Your Worry, His Peace!
Confused of how to tackle the problem looking me straight in the eye. I stood up, making circular turns around the couch That was lying dormant in the sitting room. Beating my brains out;
Come Praise The Lord!
Praise our God! His deeds are wonderful, too marvelous to describe. Praise him with trumpets and all kind of harps. Praise him with tambourines and dancing,
God’s glory on her was full of splendor. It was like the full moon that applauds the sun’s brightness. It was beyond comprehension. It held her head on high, and made her stand above her equals.
The Search For Perfection
As a deer thirsts for streams of water, So I long for perfection, But still haven’t found it. It appears that the more I look for perfection,
Rest In Peace
I can feel your pain right now. The pain of being lynched. The pain of not being heard. You were worried being stripped naked in front of the crowd,
Legacy Lives On, Memory Fades
Why is life like this? Moment after moment news arises. People who were alive minutes ago, are gone. Did they ever think that they will be gone to the land of the beyond in the next minute?
God’s glory on her was full of splendor.
It was like the full moon that applauds the sun’s brightness.
It was beyond comprehension.
It held her head on high, and made her stand above her equals.
Everyone who saw her knew it was the hand of God that wrought her.
She was like the dove hiding among rocks on the side of a cliff.
She moved gracefully as the pony that leads the chariot of the king.
Her garment had the aroma of cedar trees from Lebanon.