Biography of Temitope Adebowale
I was born in the early 90s in a silent village of Ijero-Ekiti, a village in the southwestern part of Nigeria into a peace loving family. I've been taught to appreciate life, be able to stand in awe of life. I've taught myself to think to a depth unfathomable by most minds and to conceptualize death in a new way. I aspire to be an environmentalist, to be a political leader, to give meaning to lives of millions.
Temitope Adebowale Poems
With the gaint's gaits wobbling, tilting till he falls. Sound the horn, to announce the fall of an Iroko.
In the face of death, we are reminded of our FLAWS We are reminded of our WEAKNESSES, of our MORTALITY. In every of our SMILE, in every FILTHY BREATHE of ours, We know we have done one less of it before DEATH.
Cry From The East
The ugly vultures are here Bearing our souls to you Making our parents cry Our mothers shouting "wayo Allah"
Waking up to see the hazy sunrise Poachers on the rise Reminiscing with a heartache
The rains is brewing in the kettle It steams condensing over the mountains Hoping it spews its fluid upon us To usher in the greens
Even though i crave immortality I will need to brave the grave to get it With my head in a peaceful bow to this life I will row into tomorrow
The Sun Will Rise Like Days Of Old
After a long strive in this life I'm to go home in an armada of zabras For the zains shall fall into pain after a long weary journey For the sun have set to rise no more
The Primordial Delicacy
It was on a night with the full moon After a day that was full of tease Fueling our ecstasy Threatening to make our cherries bloom
Precious Gift Of Mortality
The immortals envy the living They envy every breathe, every flesh, every mortality of ours For being immortal can tire a soul Things never get more beautiful or better for them
Journey To The “godhood”
The beast in me is dead, but that is the least of my problem I have witnessed my mortality’s destruction, but I don’t know if my resurrection is guaranteed To attain immortality
When I'M Gone
When I'm gone, what will be said about me When my eyes are closed, my body motionless; no breathe in me. When I no longer make decisions myself, when all I see (or not) is eternity, will it be said that:
In a man's search for who he is In his search for who he will be, He encounters so many problems. some are like the quicksand, some like mud, some like mountains
Who decides who deserve to get any of these a blackman living in a white house? a child from poor background ruling? Who to be born with a silver spoon?
The Future Is Now
What we do today, affects our tomorrow. Our plans for tomorrow are as a result of what we are doing today as well as what is happening today. Sowing good seeds today to germinate tomorrow thereby safegaurding and assuring our future. Sow good seeds today so that posterity may judge you well.
With the gaint's gaits wobbling,
tilting till he falls.
Sound the horn,
to announce the fall of an Iroko.
And the cabarets shall open no more,
and the clarets shall flow no more,
for the Iroko is no more.