Olatunde Temitayo Biography

Sky! This is your sad season
The groaning hours have come
Arriving here with reason
Your weeping time is born
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My wings and feathers keep feathering,
They make my mortality visible and invincible,
I’ve once been here; once will I go and come;
I flew from here and I am still here,
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Abijah as coming region
Madness, the pictorial onlooker
Human wish not to be the actor
Eyes are eying my madness
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Along the street of mischief
Dwellers are not yet relief
Sonorous sobs sounding there and
there
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They say; I am what I know I am not...
Ever since I came, father, mother,
And all treat me like a transcendental being
There is always a sense of apprehension
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