Biography of Eustace Dunn
A Nigeria based journalist with first and second degree in mass communication and many other professional certifications in Public Relations, Mobile Content Operations, Marketing and Advertising and Digital Publishing. An award winning content administrator in Digital Publishing Innovation Summit in New York. Adobe Tools certified in London.
He started his primary school in Auchi, Edo State of Nigeria but later rounded off in Ashaka, Delta, a place where he also attended his secondary school in the famous Mater Dei Model secondary school. Eustace started the media career with TELL Communications, Lagos and later joined Naij.com as Associate Senior Editor.
Eustace Dunn Poems
My Naija! My Pride!
With tearful looks in my eyes, I still see the world’s spies. Their mockery spat on my name Like a sane man that was lame.
My Precious Rib
As a child adores a crib, So also I cherish my rib She's my rib Because she's my solace
I Am The Grave
I beckon on you to come I am the grave your home Do not crave any doubt Because you know your life is a bout.
Down the shores of the Niger They came like the taste of ginger Roaring the sound of a tiger They came carrying their unseen digger
Thoughts Of A Discarded Orphan
Where could you be by now? Where would you find me and how? I really want to run in your arms. Even if you are dead,
Nineteen Fourteen - 1914
Nineteen fourteen, Shaw started one great thing. Yes! It was Flora Shaw, Even when we were not sure,
In The Coolness Of London Winter
In the wee hours of a Monday morning in March The room in Pembury was the coolest. Eyes were not ready to befriend the rising sun. Through the window it was no fairytale,
The Moody, The Fighter
The shocking news came like a mocking thunder Making us run helter-skelter without a helper. We began to ponder as others looked for shelter. It pierced into our hearts like a piece of matter
My Naija! My Pride!
With tearful looks in my eyes,
I still see the world’s spies.
Their mockery spat on my name
Like a sane man that was lame.
But I am not ashamed!
I am not ashamed
For I shall shout aloud among the crowd
Don’t ever think I’ll not to my nation be so proud.