Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Rookie - 407 Points [Oladehinde Ibikunle] (31 of July 1988 / Alagbado, Lagos.)

Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
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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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  • '''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
  • ''We should let our affections pull down the barricades of ethnicity and religions if we are to live as humane humans.''
    From the poet's comment in support of Chukwuma Ndububa point on a discourse.
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  • Chukwuma Ndububa Chukwuma Ndububa (2/23/2014 10:52:00 AM)

    Here publishes the being [I'd interpret ultramundane] supposedly responsible for those physical disturbances such as throwing the Sword about. I attest to your pen, Sir. Long live, noble contemporary!

    Thanks for this site. + + +

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Best Poem of Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Father Africa

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.
Behold, with some sham laughter,
They transacted for few daughters;
They brought clothes and rums and guns
To shackle away your sons.
Father Africa, foolish you!

Lo! See Mama Africa's cry
Her hapless tears can not dry
On her beautiful black dimples.
Oh Africa, chaos ripples.
See your sons brutally unfair
Taking hostage His own kin at warfare,
Selling them at ludicrous token.
Oh Africa, your woes...

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