Rex mayor Ubini
Biography of Rex mayor Ubini
Rex Mayor Ubini, is a prolific writer, a poet, a dramatist, a website developer, an MME (Audio Mix & Master Engineer) and audio studio engineer.
His literary works are worthy of reading. He was published in a poetry article on December 8,2014; page 15 of The Union News Paper, Lagos. His poem " Adieu Maya Angelou" brought him to limelight among some Maya Angelou fans in US when its audio was aired in her tribute ceremony on June 7,2014.
Rex, has great vision to boost poetry appreciation in Africa at large. And had since kicked off the vision with Asaplanet.com platform. One of the best of Rex Mayor's quotes says:
" If you say you love me
without a reason to hate me,
then your love is not true.
Oh yes! Is not.
You only love the good side of me
without a recourse to the fact that I am human:
A being striving to touch the sky of perfection
yet is pulled down by the gravity of its very nature.
There must be some things
You so much hate about me;
which your love is strong enough to ignore,
that's when and only then your love is true."
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,
Seize This Day
Under this singing sky Smoked with balloons The butterflies of our hearts soar Floating on the stream of the wind
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 away. 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
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