James T. Abel Adesitimi
Biography of James T. Abel Adesitimi
James Abel is formerly known as Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola.
He is a Nigerian poet, blogger and curator of rowspoety. He lives and dines with poem day and night just to unite the world with his words.
He was born in the most beautiful city in Ondo-state(Akure) , Nigeria in 1991 to Adesitimi 's family. He began to write poems, jokes, and novels since his secondary school days. He wrote his first poem in some years back, titled(IN PRIVATE I DETECT MY TALENT) i.e any time he goes to school, church, or at the market place, he feels shy. This was what fired his ability more to write poem expressing his feelings about himself, about holiness and satirical poem as well.
Since then, his pen never sleeps but dancing to the tone of his imagination
Now he looks forward to becoming a famous poet in world
James T. Abel Adesitimi Poems
Beauty Also Is Not Beautiful
The beauty of a grave Beneath maggot reigning The beauty of the brave oh! Hills of self depending
when would war ends? When would foes turn to friends? With what've seen, i cry when would tears never flow?
War In Her Wedding Gown
War in her wedding gown The bride of the world Waiting for her groom to come Some say its a conjugal bliss
A Journey Within My Mind
Long I lain on the couch of my mind Battling with two paths that lead to home eternal where I'll pass when death shall enslave my breathe
Never Mourn At My Funeral
Never mourn at my funeral Because i'm not dead but sleeping And relaxing on Abraham's bossom Never mourn at my funeral
You Hate Me Because I Love You
Open your ears anywhere you are, Janet; And hark to the rhymes of my sad song Let it go straight to your heart And dance to the beat of my gong
I Know A River
I know a river; long before I began to hold a pen those days of- -'twinkle, twinkle little star'
Song Of Love
This rhyming melody That mingles with euphony From poet fantasy To cherish your beauty
The race to eternity of peace make certain ye run in the moon and the sun. Listen! Kingdom race not like mere race. Not in the stadia but to somewhere beyond the sky. I congratulate ye who know the road and the race.
The Journey Of Success
Success in a lorry of inspiration. Driven by determination. Passenger by preparation. conductor by condition.
Truely it was the freest and fairest As we inked the paper willingly Along with our collective conscience
Arewa! (Beautiful Belle)
Arewa! The princess of my lord Her face like a shinning gold That shines to conquer my inward part When hatred is battling with my heart
Let Me Ask Myself These Questions
what if i'm dead and buried in an unknown grave? Can i have chance to kill and dig another man's grave? What if i have no head? Can i have chance to cut another man's head for ritual?
Never Under-Estimate The Power Of Any Po...
Air is not a stranger to all beings while also sun and moon are not an alien to the act of changing our days Sharks are the indigenes of the sea So we are the native of imagination
Letter To My Pastor
The man like Jesus in manner. He is on a gospel errand. To reach the world with the word. To bring the world into the ark that leads to home eternal. Whole heartedly and with undiluted mind he proclaims the truth. He can stand to say the truth from now till morrow like