Tomiwa Latunde

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Tomiwa Latunde Titus, popularly known as TommyT or St. titus hailed from ancient city, Ile-Ife. He was born to the family of five. Being the fourth born, he was able to use what he learnt from his brothers and friends to making the best options. Tommyt is a rap artist and sings RnB on rare occasions. He attended Oladimeji Preparatory school for primarys and latter went to Ambassadors college where he got his Wassce with an outstanding distinction and wonders. Back in colleges, he was thought to be rude, rascal and as quoted from his class teacher 'good for nothing', but as it goes, that good for nothing boy in those days, that little rascal that had been tongue-lashed by people who had prejudged him is now pulling the waves outrageously. In present times, Tommyt is looking bright and aiming more brightness as he is regarded as one of the upgrowing artist; as a poet, novelist, musician and even dramatist (Thespian) . Tommyt owes more to God, friends, family and enemies who have given him the best of inspirations to reaching higher heights. He is presently an undergraduate at the department of English, O.A.U. His favourable quote is 'omne sunt bene', meaning All is well.)

The Best Poem Of Tomiwa Latunde

My First Days In America

It was a hot night after taken tush Amala
And chilling under the flabby Mango tree
At the time air breathes it best
And the cloud smiles most
Lying on my grandma cushion
Looking worn and eased
But after a long counted seconds
I tend to be in winter
Seated at the lobby of White house
Facing the US Gen.sec with fifty smiles
After an unnoticed jiffy
I saw that young white statue
Having on her head a rounded pointed nail
Holding that which speaks peace
Before I could number my adventure
I was live among the Niggas; rusting under the lousy subway
I even saw the Califonia from afar
And heard the noise of Alabama from behind
I was on it till when I heard the grief of the cops
The road turned blue
And the sky; red
I heard that voice which sounded like that of Iya Tope
Calling me to come to my tent
For the night was always at rest
Oh! It was a dream.

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