Olawale Okunrinboye Poems

Oh Africa

Africa, my Africa
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Her beauty is her religion; I believe every bit of it
Smells fresher than the scent from the leaves of an olive tree
With a gentle touch on my skin, she hears my heartbeat
I sip easy from her cup of love like an English tea
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Look!
Our warrior?
Yes, he is a conqueror
Riding as a victor to war
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"The Voice
Early morning, sounds of a nightingale
The sparkling rays of the sun hits my face
All smiles, beautiful fairy tale
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Flowers
Nature's gift to the earth
A being that blows the mind
It shines bright to the eyes
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