Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa
Biography of Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa
Born in the ancient city of Ibadan in Nigeria, I got to grow up in the largest city in west africa and the most populous african country in the world, a city of both cultural excellence and modern advancements. I therefore learnt to look at the world, through the prism of the past, with an holistic view of the present, in anticipation of the future. A pupil at Air Force Primary School, Ibadan, a student at Air Force Comprehensive School, Ibadan, I graduated from the prestigious Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife, with a Bachelor of Law (LL.B) degree.
Morakinyo Temiloluwa Bolarinwa Poems
Magic Of Love
The wonders of our love be so magical, when we be different in form, our hearts do bind us to make us one, For as time and space may drift us apart,
so everyday I live my life, without regret of living acts, for everyday I live my life, I do my best like its my last.
Lagbaja's Rainstorm (A Poem Of Losses)
I sprung around in mindless fun, and there you were, sitting,
On this day of all days, when walls of lives crash for another, when the one red sun blights the million stars, when big fishes swallow glory days,
On This Night
'On this Night of a thousand stars, let me take you to the heaven's door, where the music of love's guitar, Plays forever more'
Oju merin loun bimo, Igba Oju lon wo dagba, a thousand palms clapping the baby's name, a thousand voices singing the lullaby, a thousand eyes watching the growth, a thousand smiles, a thousand tears, The baby grows into the man, a thousand steps, a thousand thought, a thousand persons cross his path, a thousand lessons, thousand experiences, thousand aim, thousand goals, a thousand feelings to shape his views, a thousands principles but one he'd choose.
Tawa nife Eyele, tawa nife Adaba, adurotini deku leyele, abanisore ninu ina bi epo akara.
Memories From Ituagan
Waves of the creek splashed at my feet, as I and my compatriots jumped down in eagerness, our journey from the Isle of Snake has started, and we watched the boat man roar his engines away.
Deathstiny (Dedicated To The Westgate Vi...
Who tills the path of man, who draws the map? Who draws the dotted lines, who fills the gap?
Poems Of Stories
What do men make of life, a property, personal right of ownership, a War, the field where death and violence thrive. a game, lie upon lie for leadership. I see what men make of life! a race, rats running to no end,
Bell The Cat
We are like Naked soles treading on thorns, helpless and lonely in fate's turns. We are like muds under Oluwere, tasting droplets of the sky's shower. We despise our conditions,