Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi
Biography of Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi
Oyehan A. Opeyemi is blessed to a noble educationist and His wife, Mr & Mrs Oyehan. Born as the first child and the only male child to his mother, in 1990. He has three kid sisters. He started pre-primary education in 1994. He attended numerous institutions during his primary and secondary tenure, which aided his love for creativities such as poem-writing, drama and fictions. He started writing at age 8 and wrote his first poem at age 13 'African beauty'. He loves kid and would be sad seeing children suffer because of government's refusal to serve the people fairly and justly; thus He gained interest in writing poems to correct the inadequacies of the people in power; as in his poems 'In my dream', 'Merry-go-round'. 'If I am a love poet', an adaptation of Rudy Francisco's Love poem medley, is a performance poem. He also loves teaching. He is currently working on his new fiction that would be out soon.
Oyehan Opeyemi Akinkunmi Poems
Poetry Is Nature
Poetry is nature, Poetry is revelation, Poetry is human, Poetry is divine.
The Man Before The Mud (I)
Upon the triviality of a dream A word proclaimed a world after ...of the gentiles; The bringer of tidings, and Warner
I'm grossly in shame, knowing even fools have fame while thousands elites stays in the dark crawling to lay on their backs.
In My Dream
The galloped bonfire the land at sixes and sevens the dogs unleashed below the belt crowned on the celibate cathedra
Veer curve recap in lassitude back - forth, fleck and freckle rotating circular carousel seats for amuse, scary-fun.
Where Are My Friends?
I brushed, woke and slept Noone no friends, no foes the day and night breaks in;
He Broke Her Heart
He broke in bit her goblet shattered the ring, and her bracelet, tugged to the right for chaos and the kid, in the spine and the anus.
The Gods Are To Blame
The onsets like the London highway Bangs! The booms on the north the south-east attack,
When There Are No Mates
Few moons gone on your new blood, sleeping with your fathers and grands What can they say?
Pubescence vanished many thinking and... -who am I? Love, they search
Oh Africa, Africa second-large chamber advanced ocean site unmatched mainland
Benediction fall seeing her, acknowledge Father's sacrosanct creature Inordinate in her brunette mixture. Structurally, she's tender.
Its infirmity heralds last minimal two at hand explode the offer of multitude the tents of sphere coin.
Morning At Last
The sun drooped the moon smiling like a runner-up in an olympic. In the waves of the night-
Its infirmity heralds
last minimal two at hand
explode the offer of multitude
the tents of sphere coin.
Unequivocal obliterating state of atmosphere
way the white alongside a paper
on complaisant guise
discernment of exposure,