Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Freshman - 562 Points [Oladehinde Ibikunle] (31 of July 1988 / Alagbado, Lagos.)

Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle Poems

1. Wish 12/17/2011
2. Follow Him 12/17/2011
3. The Onset 12/17/2011
4. Rain 12/17/2011
5. Naija At 50s 12/17/2011
6. Okpeakarikah 12/17/2011
7. My Thought At Night 12/17/2011
8. To You, Beloved 4/3/2012
9. The Erred Crown 4/10/2012
10. Poetry 4/12/2012
11. The Blood Of Innocents Stains The Land 4/17/2012
12. On The Reply 5/3/2012
13. The Misfortunates 5/3/2012
14. At The End 12/29/2011
15. Swing, Swift And Slide 1/13/2012
16. I Will Ask The Sky 1/13/2012
17. Friends 2/19/2012
18. Reveille 3/12/2012
19. Supplication 12/17/2011
20. Statue 12/17/2011
21. Sunday Ajayi 7/7/2012
22. I Crushed A Mosquitoe 8/20/2012
23. The Curse Of Cain 10/6/2012
24. Jesus Lord, Jesus Lord! (A Plea For Thy Mercy) 12/24/2012
25. Song Of A Sage 1/9/2013
26. Meditation In Quatrains 2/17/2013
27. Seven Lamps 2/28/2013
28. Adumbratus 6/21/2013
29. Song Of A Bard 7/14/2013
30. Put Up Again Thy Sword Into His Place 8/1/2013
31. Three Fellows Federated 9/7/2013
32. Remembrance 9/13/2013
33. Lu-Mericks 10/17/2013
34. Fate Of A Resolute Politician 11/7/2013
35. Addressed To A Politician 11/14/2013
36. To Omnipotens 4/13/2013
37. He Has Gone To The Belly Of The Earth 5/23/2013
38. The Haunted Poet 5/26/2013
39. Palm Wine 11/24/2013
40. Thought Of A Famished Pupil 11/27/2013

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Father Africa

Father Africa! At a token ignorance,
You have given your inheritance:
To strangers you gave so much.
White fellows who did not eat in our dish.
Behold, with some sham laughter,
They transacted for few daughters;
They brought clothes and rums and guns
To shackle away your sons.
Father Africa, foolish you!

Lo! See Mama Africa's cry
Her hapless tears can not dry
On her beautiful black dimples.
Oh Africa, chaos ripples.
See your sons brutally unfair
Taking hostage His own kin at warfare,
Selling them at ludicrous token.
Oh Africa, your woes...

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Statue

You've been here all these days
At a rather ready but reluctant pace,
Bearing big basket of books
Your head bows, some atrophied looks.

Your arms elbowed over the shoulders
Helping the basket heavy as boulders.
This you've carried all night and day
Built high your muscles of clay

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