Rex mayor Ubini
Biography of Rex mayor Ubini
Ubini T. Rex, aka Rex Mayor born March 8,1984, into the Enapie family of Opute Kingdom (Ozoro) in Isoko North L.G.A. He is the first male child of his parents. Growing up as a child, he fell in love with art and science. And the duo wages war within him on which will have dominion. At the age of 10, Rex had made a small electrical ship that moves on water. At 12 years old, he made a projector that projects motion images (film) on a white surface. His parents thought, he was making toys, they never took the time to oberve this young talented engineer. He later, made a home use armplifier with electronic chips he fixed on a circuit. At the age of 15, Rex had made a 100 meter audio signal transmitter. His parents thought he was going to end up as street electronics repairer because they thought this creative power would distract him from studies, and so they stopped him.
Rex has so much love for music while he was growing up, and he started composing music at a tender age, and at 17, he was seen as a talented rap artiste. According to Nyka his friend, he said, 'when Rex Mayor was rapping some of these rappers like Eriga, was still walking about with panties'. He recorded his first song at the age of 20 and had dream to become a musician which led him into studying theatre art and mass communication. Though, his dream of releasing an album is still undecided because he do not wish to be known in the music industry, being that he perceived ungodliness in the industry. Yet, he is a very good rap artiste whose lyrics are poetically written. Some of his songs are uploaded on hulkshare website.
Rex-mayor Ubini attempted to release his first album in 2007, but the sound engineers could not give him a good mixing and mastering. He decided to delve into the art of mixing and mastering and today, he has trained some people on how to mix and master audio tracks. He has a commercial audio studio named 'MATRIX STUDIO'
While in school he discovered he is also talented in creative writing. At 21, He wrote his first play titled__ UNDER THE SUN__ (unpublished) . He was seen by his lecturer as the next Wole Soyinka, that was a report his father received on his visit to the University of Benin. Hence, he fell in love with poetic use of words and he had since been writing poems. According to him, his poetry career began to grow at his contact with Dr. Maya Angelou's works. A Black American had this comment about Rex: 'As the tradition of classic griots, Rex-mayor Ubini has a poetic voice which understands the past and speaks to the needs of the future.' He is a spoken word artiste and an aspiring lawyer.
Rex Mayor Ubini has written scripted stories (plays) , some were shot recently and soon would be available in Nolly Wood Industry. He has been working on a serial epic story, and it is mind blowing. As an author, he has been referred to as a 'Suspense Creator' because the suspense he creates in his plays, novels and movie stories(plays) , are mind blowing. He often attempt to present a suspense before characters as a suspense before the audience and vice-vis er, by so doing he makes the audience, indirect part of the characters.
And on top of his biography, Rex MAyor Ubini is the head of AsaPlaNet Organisation. This truth he never wanted to let out due to the fact that a prophet is not recognised in his own land. He wanted to disclose this truth when the organisation has fully developed. So he tried take his audience eyes away from him by making them believe AsaPlanet was founded by his friend who lives in Ireland, who is also a member of the organisation. But Kudos to a great man Blessed Mudia Adje, who gave him reasons why he has to let the general public know who he is.
- A Snail's Cry -new-
Rex mayor Ubini Poems
In The Funeral Of Africa
As the sky drew her cottons against my eyes I slumbered on the arms of time Lost in a blue space of yester-years Days of my late great grannies
Adieu Maya Angelou
What a screaming silence, And the echoes of its ambience, Claiming this space with cold air, Oh, I see, a virtue has gone out here,
The sky's bleaching paste is used up, Skin swooped by Melanocytes Dilatorily dropping out of sight Into the deficiency of light,
Moon Of Ridicule
Just on the pulse of your return My heart again is torn Pass me by til morrow My eyes be blind your shadow
A Night Forcing His Will
A night forcing his will On the way of a redressing day Quickened my eyes to see A particular planet aloof my way
In Chains Of Secrecy
Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh! My eyes have heard, That which my ears could not hear, My ears have seen,
On My 30th Birthday
Is about ten thousand, And nine hundred and fifty eight days! Since I alighted from a vacuum darker than the coons, Shielded from the eyes of passing moons,
A Place Of Life And Wordless Gail
The wind of parting day Chariots our irreplaceable stars abode The space is left cold and lonely No matter how brilliant or holy
Imagination once gave me a seer's eye To see over my unborn years, And I saw from decades of miles, A toothless woman from Akwa Ibom.
The Tree, The River, The Rock
Have you heard of the Tree, That walked on the River, Without sinking down abyss? He said, I am the Tree of life
On The Cold Arms Of Solitude
On the cold arms of solitude My mind does walk out of me In search for a place I yearn to be A height I yearn to reach
Darker Than The Medieval
First meeting with the twelve, Who do visit in cycle like monday and friends, The moons that say welcome to the planet earth, Ere the last left for the first to reappear,
Yearn I Find A Part Of Me Missing
Yearn I find a part of me missing A part of me I may have not seen Surely I know you live somewhere Near or far fate would find me there
My True Name
With my invisible years Am as old as early men Megalotragus, homotherium, Who sojourn here 'head of
In The Funeral Of Africa
As the sky drew her cottons against my eyes
I slumbered on the arms of time
Lost in a blue space of yester-years
Days of my late great grannies
Hued beyond culture and custom
Values held with high esteem
Marriage with virginity proof
The pride of an african bride
Maidens in campala buba