Seyi Ojenike

Seyi Ojenike Poems

The village mourns the loss of a child,
Taken by the spirits to their realm wild,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.
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O Eledumare, great Creator divine,
Whose power and wisdom made all things in time,
The sun, the moon, the stars that brightly shine.
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Starry night unveils its cosmic symphony,
Celestial bodies waltz in harmony.
Moon's gentle glow, a lullaby for the soul,
Unveiling secrets the universe holds.
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In the echoes of forgotten tales,
Africans dance to foreign beats,
Their feet entangled in alien steps,
Their souls swaying to borrowed tunes.
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On the soil where resilience abounds,
Nigerians tread on hallowed ground,
Amidst trials that never seem to cease,
They find solace in smiles, a cloak of peace.
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I: The Gathering

we are all tenants of the same misfortune,
this Lagos sun, a landlord charging double,
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Here is the table, wide as a field,
spread with empty cups and broken plates,
each one a hollow mouth,
waiting for something to fill it.
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Seyi Ojenike Biography

SEYI OJENIKE is a poet who finds creative inspiration in his rich Yoruba heritage. Shaped by literary giants Wole Soyinka and Niyi Osundare, his poetic voice resonates in his contribution to the book 'Things Fall Apart: The Centre Cannot Hold, ' a collaborative work between the Republic of Ireland and Nigeria commemorating W. B. Yeats' Nobel Prize centenary.)

The Best Poem Of Seyi Ojenike

The Children Of The Spirits

The village mourns the loss of a child,
Taken by the spirits to their realm wild,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

But sometimes they return to the earth's mild,
As spirit children, pure and undefiled,
The village mourns the loss of a child.

They come to live among us for a while,
And bring with them blessings that are piled,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

Their laughter and play, so unrestrained,
Bring joy to the hearts that have been pained,
The village mourns the loss of a child.

But when the spirits come to claim their child,
They must return to the realm they once defiled,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

Yet we know they'll come back again,
As spirit children, pure and without stain,
The village mourns the loss of a child,
Where they roam free and run free and wild.

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