Biography of ifedayo oshin
I am man who believe in life and living it well.So, i live and help live.
I am not of the school of conventional style of writing, i write my poems and other works as they come to me; as i get inspired by what i see hear and feel.
I write on all issues that affect humanity, i like poems that are motivational and as well inspirational, sometimes i do write philosophically. i use my works to celebrate people and issues that i am passionate about. i celebrate women a lot in my works, so i write a lot about gender issues and feminism. well, that kind of make me a feminist, but not a hard core one.
writing poetry for me is what pregnancy, labour and motherhood is to a woman.
I pride myself as human being first and last, i do not really care about race or tribe or tongue or creed, i can not defend those groupings. i am simply human and that's enough identity for me.
I am proud to bear my name, IFEDAYO, for me, that's enough. I like to be addressed as just IFEDAYO, a Nigerian, a rich man or any of those contraptions.
And i accept all people without regards to race, language and creed.
And i believe i am great, handsome and wonderful, because i am human and i am here this moment to fill my space in the cosmic.
I think this will do for an unsual profile. need i say more?
ifedayo oshin's Works:
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ifedayo oshin Poems
Will Change Change?
1. What will happen to change? Will change change as all things? Or will it develop immunity
I Have Always Known
I have always known That you are interested in me And I would fall in love with you That we would be together in this place at this time
A Cue From Ancients Of Days
Look up to the sky take a look at the boldness of the sun behold the brightness of the stars they hold no grudges
In the dark Beyond the reach of light When the day is clothed in black cover And color, height and size exit the stage
The Eloquence Of Silence
We speak too much of so little Like we truly know that much of so much Yet there’s so much We know so little about
A Poet's Bedside Note
This is not a suicide note yet not melancholic fate I do not die even so I look and lie
Not A Suicide Note
NOT A SUICIDE NOTE This is not a suicide note Yet not a melancholic fate I do not die
A Song For Mercy
Until the philosophy That holds one up And the other down Is finally discredited
Africa Of Nigeria
From Wisconsin the American walked the streets of Lagos To black Africa welcome, to the pearly continent Cradle of creation, primordial of civilizations To the thickest jungles, haven of gigantic elephants
A Future For The Girl-Child
Start her up with school She’ll end up in tower and power Give’em to teachers
I arrived earlier in time To witness the great work of creation When from the dust emerged the first man I saw the destruction of the Noah’s world
What A Woman Is Not...
She is a woman Cool calm and collected; If placidly, she tugs and lags Like a sheep behind every successful shepherd
An Angel On The Street
My eyes on a gorgeous goddess transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds
the dawn burst thrust through the belly of the night wary by the abiding presence of hosts of milkyway and the mighty moon
I love me unlike Narcissus in Greece
By the reflection drowned in self worship
True, self-love precedes love of others
For self is mirror of love of neighbours
So says the golden law
One who has not from within
Love genuinely felt
Can and will not reach out to another of love
So I love me and so dearly