Biography of ifedayo oshin
I am man who believe in life and living it well.So, i live and help live.
I am not of the school of conventional style of writing, i write my poems and other works as they come to me; as i get inspired by what i see hear and feel.
I write on all issues that affect humanity, i like poems that are motivational and as well inspirational, sometimes i do write philosophically. i use my works to celebrate people and issues that i am passionate about. i celebrate women a lot in my works, so i write a lot about gender issues and feminism. well, that kind of make me a feminist, but not a hard core one.
writing poetry for me is what pregnancy, labour and motherhood is to a woman.
I pride myself as human being first and last, i do not really care about race or tribe or tongue or creed, i can not defend those groupings. i am simply human and that's enough identity for me.
I am proud to bear my name, IFEDAYO, for me, that's enough. I like to be addressed as just IFEDAYO, a Nigerian, a rich man or any of those contraptions.
And i accept all people without regards to race, language and creed.
And i believe i am great, handsome and wonderful, because i am human and i am here this moment to fill my space in the cosmic.
I think this will do for an unsual profile. need i say more?
ifedayo oshin's Works:
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ifedayo oshin Poems
Will Change change?
1. What will happen to change? Will change change as all things? Or will it develop immunity
A Cue from Ancients of Days
Look up to the sky take a look at the boldness of the sun behold the brightness of the stars they hold no grudges
I HAVE ALWAYS KNOWN
I have always known That you are interested in me And I would fall in love with you That we would be together in this place at this time
Beauty from Behind
Find an angry person And I’ll show you The ugly one Ask for a demon
A Poet's Bedside Note
This is not a suicide note yet not melancholic fate I do not die even so I look and lie
Not A Suicide Note
NOT A SUICIDE NOTE This is not a suicide note Yet not a melancholic fate I do not die
What a woman is not...
She is a woman Cool calm and collected; If placidly, she tugs and lags Like a sheep behind every successful shepherd
In the dark Beyond the reach of light When the day is clothed in black cover And color, height and size exit the stage
Blessed be the Igbo of Nigeria
It's dawn but the birds are still hanging on the trees the moon's just leaving the scene and the sun getting set to rise
the dawn burst thrust through the belly of the night wary by the abiding presence of hosts of milkyway and the mighty moon
I arrived earlier in time To witness the great work of creation When from the dust emerged the first man I saw the destruction of the Noah’s world
Africa of Nigeria
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos To black Africa welcome, to the pearly continent Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
A Future for the Girl-Child
Start her up with school She’ll end up in tower and power Give’em to teachers
A song for Mercy
Until the philosophy That holds one up And the other down Is finally discredited
Beauty from Behind
Find an angry person
And I’ll show you
The ugly one
Ask for a demon
You shall find him lurking conspicously
In the man of fury and rage
Obsessed in the passion
Of hatred and bitterness
Contorted face, distorted frame