Biography of James Ogunjimi
James Ogunjimi is a Nigerian born in Ago-Iwoye town of Ogun State. A poet, social crusader, apostle of change, Industrial Chemist, freelance journalist and revolutionary activist.
James Ogunjimi Poems
Don'T Tell Me We'Re Free
Don't judge us by the Smiling faces And conclude we are happy. Don't use as examples just a few cases And say it's reality.
To Those Who Sit In Dark Places
To those who sit and dark places, To plot the downfall of the just. To those who gather with hidden faces, To cause nothing to the righteous but a fall.
Nigeria Shall Be Free!
Crushed by the weight of the evil ones' greed, Nigeria shall be free! Sinking deeper and deeper in the abyss of misdeeds, Nigeria shall be free!
No Door Is Ever Closed
Life is full of disappointment; life is full of pain, Life is full of challenges that would threaten our faith, But no matter how many times we are left in life’s cold, If we look well, no door is ever really closed.
Chained Tongues, Imprisoned Minds
Chained tongues, imprisoned minds, People who have lived their lives their humanity trying to find, People who would rather give up than stand up and fight, People who have lived too long in darkness they can’t see the light.
Africa Will Rise Again
Weep not for me o African, For thy tears in nought will flow. Weep rather for the future of your children, Whose tears may never cease to flow.
As The Clock Strikes Twelve
As the clock strikes twelve, Yet another completed book is added to life's shelf. First will come the greetings and well-wishes, And then will come thoughts of happy times and painful memories;
To that which may never be, To happiness we may never feel, To an unbreakable togetherness the world may never see; This isn't me saying goodbye;
We'Re Done Crying; We Want Justice
Blood, tears, severed limbs and legs. Murder has been done. Not on the streets, not in the slums, But in the place we call Sacred.
Alas! Life Has Been Murdered
I listened to the late night cry of the owl. I waited and watched with unabated breath the face of the dog as it scowled. I heard in the far distance the constant cooing of the fowl. Life has been murdered, I was told.
I Want To Be Remembered
I want to be remembered for good. I want to be on the right side of history. I want to be remembered as a man who never shied away from speaking the truth. I want to be remembered as a man who never kept quiet in the face of injustice.
If Only They Could Watch
If only the heroes of our nation dead and buried could watch, If only they could see what their labours have been reduced to and how their people have become lost, Then maybe our ears will be open enough to hear, Their shrieks and endless tears.
Lest We Forget
Lest we forget, January 1st,2012, they removed subsidy on PMS. They promised they were going to provide palliatives. But our people have been lied to long enough to read the lips of a liar.
Letter From A Rebel
Dear mother, I know you brought me up in the way of the Bible, And yes I know you've prayed for me never to stumble.
A New Dance
For long have we moved our body to the rhythm of this dance,
For long have we danced vigorously as people in a trance.
Yet, despite the swiftness of our feet,
The dancers are looked at as people who can't keep to beat.
What then can we do?
Must we continue the dance into our waterloo?
Or do we forsake the dance of old,
And set the stage for a new dance of our own?