Biography of habib akewusola
Akewusola Habib is a young Nigeria with his eyes basically fixed on the social ills of his home country, he leaves and schools in Nigeria, Habib basicaly loves to write in rhythm this keeps every reader crying for more.... his homely and down to earth, you could also find his page on facebook/WORDS SO SWEET.... here you could have direct contact with this prestigious poet...... he loves you all.
habib akewusola's Works:
basically no published books yet, but expect the first and very best by the first quarter of 2013 (INHERITED DUTY) .... Habib has got so many published works in Nigeria's local media..... The Nation Mid week Mag, The Punch Young Stars and lots of reputable online poetry websites.......
habib akewusola Poems
Center Of Excellence
CENTER OF EXCELLENCE. No waiting, keep moving is the Motto, Hustle and struggle the only
Aquarium Of Letters
AQUARIUM OF LETTERS. I congratulate you daylight Of this kingdom, You my partner in these
AFRICAN'S RHYTHM. My golden eye continues to wink Despite the season, Shadows of my delivery
Perserverance Breeds Success
Jss One was an insult, I cried Like time should hit full stop, My breakfast was sweet without Salt,
GOOD MUSIC. Once the voice of rain Is heard. Everything on earth dance
I Am Fear
I AM FEAR. I am fear, The chair without legs, I am fear
Child Is Crown
CHILD IS CROWN. Omolade, Incantations of blessings Spread within the air,
HAPPY PEOPLE. Sweet sugar with lots Of energy content, Legend of today's contest
See Beyound The Eyes
SEE BEYOND THE EYES. My baby could be so lazy, That's why I do everything At his mercy.
Festiver Of Prayers
Rain of pain Transgress to become my Veil, What day will man
There is a magnificent Building, Located in your pedigree, Can occupy many,
MY MAMA You are exclusive, been My passage from birth To earth.
Trader Of Myself
TRADER OF MYSELF. Selling wrestle my pains, Never an alternative to any Sister know as saint.
Echos Of Nobody
Nobody shouts aloud Facing the clouds of No sounds, Nobody fights for time
These the self acclaimed land
Called milk gold.
I have been standing
By the signpost,
Putting on my best coat.
Some white stones fall
And cause me cold.
No milk taxi wants