Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
Ibikunle Joseph Oladehinde was born in Alagbado, Lagos State. His parents are from Yewa South (Ilaro) Ogun State. He grew up in Lagos State and studied at the then Solatun Nur/pry School. He proceeded at Ijaiye Ojokoro High School and in 2005, he quitted public school to join Lord ’ s College where he graduated as an O level student in 2006. In 2010, he was admitted to The College of Education, Foreign Links Campus, Moro, Osun, where he had NCE in English language and Political Science. He currently works as ESL tutor in Osun State, Nigeria. He started writing in 2005 beginning with some amateur poems and then to translating songs in Yoruba language to rhyming English. Joseph is believed... more »
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Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle Poems
Deeds of The Just
He tries not to meditate evils Nor with his hands sordidly paddles He who knows he is ephemeral He disports not himself at funeral.
At The Worship Of Poetry
Thou, who hath the spirit of poetry; Unto thee today I bow to call To the service and worship of poetry. I entreat and bid thee to my call.
Father Africa! At a token ignorance, You have given your inheritance: To strangers you gave so much. White fellows who did not eat in our dish.
Mortal Me (What the body says to the sou...
I, who will die And entombed under a stone Amid of sands I'll lie I'll be too conscious to groan.
Ode to Our Rulers
Like these innocent children, We gathered submitting our rights To you, these honourable men Who have led us to this place of plights.
He Made Them Twain
The earth and the sky He made them twain. The left and the right He made them twain.
Away, away! I command thee, spiritus. This be not thy stay, Remember the forbidden laws.
Euphony Of Myself
The eulogy of my spirit Which is the euphony of myself, My ghost rises from His temple Bearing a big lamp
Eso K'ogbe (the mysterious stone)
O pebbles of ancient days Gently sit you on Idanre hill So unbelievable, my suprised gaze I praise your ancestors for they are brill.
And So She Becomes, My Sunshine
And so she becomes, my sunshine She came like the moon of August A felicitous friend from divine She bore joy, love and trust.
The cricket sang the starlight Raleigh in his prison bay, Wrote his words on dim light And was killed the next day.
My Zion My Home
To the abode in heaven too far To the bossom heart O' father, Spirit bless us; me faint lest Take me to the place of rest.
To This Little Bard
To this little bard; On this Africa stony soil, Or let me call you a lad. Your destination I'll never foil.
Thou Art Not Unkind
Thou art not unkind Like earthly friends with sordid mind Who will go no step to be fair But million miles to be insincere.
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'''Even death, terror and sorrow, I assume, are all glaring signs of our ephemerality'''Oladehinde Ibikunle. Culled from Song of a Bard
''Do not be decieved, you are not worthless for having empty pocket; a worthless person is him who has empty head''Oladehinde Ibikunle,2012
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Deeds of The Just
He tries not to meditate evils
Nor with his hands sordidly paddles
He who knows he is ephemeral
He disports not himself at funeral.
He rules not with brutality
He leads with all loyalty
He who knows the tomb is a home
He delectates not under this dome.
He foments not a discord
Nor doth a perfidy afford
He who knows this temporal residence
He delights not in his malevolence.
He rests not upon the world
He dares not act so unjust
He who knows he is of dust
He rests not upon this world.