Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji
Biography of Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji
Samuel Oluwatobi Olatunji Poems
To My First Beard
Gradually they appeared Tiny lustre black diamonds on my chin A ne plus ultra of God's divine beauty on man They appeared like the dark silken hair of a beautiful maiden
Dancers At The Gate Of Death
1 Looking through the crystalline glass of life I see that we are all dancers at the gate of death
Here stand I growing, A vioce from your homey womb, With an epic of your salient life Still beating on the face of Earth.
Malala; The Rose That Survived The Bulle...
On the podium of hope you stood, A stream of honey flowed from your young heart Into our maltreated minds. Your face like a full moon at dusk;
Once Upon A Seeker...
Like a steadfast lamp Perusing the heart of a dark room, My soul on a truth quest.
Maybe Love Maddens
How insane without a dreadlock? Honey brews in my cup of hemlock; Let me drink and worldly dead So on heaven's street tread
I feel a Trojan Horse in my heart, Encompassing a great batallion. It makes my feelings to crash apart. Oh it is such a great stallion!
The Song Of An Ogbanje
I am the born again, The soul of a thousand dead That died to live. I know the cruel caresses
Rustling; Darkness; Shrieking; Howling!
The day is dry, A twin to the Sahara. The sun has lost its wits. The wind holds its breath.
A Song For Chinua
There was a man Before things fell apart. But not just a man, He was an epoch-maker,
Gbemisola; gorgeous and gay like a happy peacock Beauteous face; a bard's delight Ebullient with effulgent eyes Magazines' model of manifesting magnificence
To My First Beard
Gradually they appeared
Tiny lustre black diamonds on my chin
A ne plus ultra of God's divine beauty on man
They appeared like the dark silken hair of a beautiful maiden
And they won my heart's medal
They're like the naive hair of a newly born
So beautiful that my mirror became my eyes
I appellated them My Black Beauties
An adornment of facial handsomeness