Olutayo K. Osunsan
Biography of Olutayo K. Osunsan
Olutayo K. Osunsan was born in Lagos, Nigeria. He lives in Kampala, Uganda with his wife, Judith Nabirye and their three kids. He works as a lecturer at Kampala International University and lectures courses in business and management. His writings, especially poetry have appeared in several literary magazines, journals, anthologies and on websites in several countries. Olutayo is the author of several books.
Olutayo K. Osunsan's Works:
Olutayo K. Osunsan is the author of ‘Strange Beauty' (2004) , ’The Poet in May’ (2006) , the acclaimed ‘The life of One’ (2011) and ‘The Alchemy of Butterfly Memories’ (2011) .
Olutayo K. Osunsan Poems
At the sun's roar, African lions rise. Brave in their crude strides in a pride, They survey the land for what to eat.
Sparrows And Swallows
How pure and true is your dwelling place, Where the sparrows build their modest home And the swallows release their shielded young, By your altar, in your courts, in the sanctuary
To hold you in my hands And offer to you all I have; To move the shadows of mountains
Dust climbing the sky. Debonair in my white shirt. Late to work again.
Lotus blossoms Bloom with the smile on her face. Lips of hot cherry, Face powdered with the hand fan;
My spirit is weary with love By those heaven inspired eyes That caressed my rustic face Thawing it as my heart elopes
Talking drums unwrapping tales In resounding bounces of leather, Daring youth to exercise its charisma.
Flapping in the light like a dark omen, Casting flickering shadows across the room. In the hour glass the last grain drops and the candle is silenced. The burnt smell of moth is smeared across the room.
My Life In A Tea Cup
My entire life is in your tea cup. Sometimes you sprinkle sugar other times you stir viciously.
We Will Live (Again)
Mountains are gray and valleys are green. There are days and nights. We will live.
The silver cord is bent like a bow, ready to snap; The golden bowl is a drought riddled land with cracks, The almond tree has found inspiration for its bloom in my hair.
I Beg You
By faith I have loved you. A love that denies its power To silence the restless spirit.
I In Africa silence and sound are one, The sun and rain do rein together And we the people live and die at once.
I When I held your hand The day you were born to me Life made perfect sense.
The Day You Were Born
The day you were born, I saw you.
Crimson like a wild flower yet to bloom,
Your white cry scrapped the silence like a mute TV.
Naked and plump, you stretched your translucent hands
Filled with blue veins to capture invisible cords.
Your eyes shut in the light and still you blossomed
Like the radiance of the early sun, making every face beam.