David Oluwatobi Akinola
Biography of David Oluwatobi Akinola
David Oluwatobi Akinola Poems
World War Iii
Blasts like earthquakes, started at target points, Spreading circularly with a combination of forceful winds and wild tremor, ripping-off roof tops and causing buildings to crumble, like fired cannon-balls, humans succumbed to this force. No bloodsheds, but a ginormous massacre of every living thing within its blast range.
When will I stop seeing the arrival of Army Aircrafts whenever I wake up? And start seeing the usual arrival of a bright warm sun. When will I stop seeing paratroopers fall to the earth?
It’s deep to see, A lifeless body, Whose headless body has a fountain of blood gushing out of it.
Ode To Kobe Bryant
Kobe Bryant, Like David conquering Goliath, He’s conquered the greatest at infantry.
This Night Or Tomorrow.
During the campaigns, we heard many things, but its been years now and we've seen practically nothing. they spend hundreds of thousands, but claim to spend millions;
I planted beside the waters of friendship, Trust and loyalty, But reaped betrayals and disappointments.
I Won'T Die Alone
Behold a little baby, Looking weary and never stopped crying, Pretty and robust, Making me ask why she was abandoned/alone.
Do Me The Favor
At night, The curtains are still, But my candle flame keeps dancing to a strong wind; The curtains are still,
Devil In Heaven
The devil is weak, The devil is ill, The devil is dying.
Kirikiri is not a food, But whoever consumes it, even a morsel, testifies it was prepared with the flames of hell; and, Some fall ill during or after taking kirikiri.
Like a launched rocket His jeep reached for the skies, Like an ill-fated aircraft, His jeep comes back and crumbles to the earth
Five hundred soldiers, Coming to slay us like hungry lions. A ten feet tall wall,
May God Have Mercy
Depression is understatement of my situation; Frustration is an understatement of my situation; Pain is an understatement of what I’m feeling; My heart is shrinking,
His shaggy hair always reveals visible particles of sand, His contantly salivating mouth, disgusts like a frogs', His shirt is always brown and dirty, like rags in shantytowns The left hand of his trouser is amputated,
Groundnuts Or Pepper?
They visited at night
With 45s and semi’s in their hands
“Everybody lie down”, one of them voiced aloud
Only few have guts when they see guns
And in this room, everyone had none.
So they all bowed down to the visitors
With their faces, bellies and palms glued to the floor
They all lied down like they were ordered by God.