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I was born on the 27th march 1978,into a humble but indigent family of Adebesin,in Nigeria
I attended primary school and secendary schools all in Nigeria;and I;m currently an undergraduate student of English language,in Nigeria.
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MY ACCOMPLISHMENTS:
- I once won an award in a poetry contest in Nigeria.
- I've longed to get my works known to the world,but not until this opportunity came up..Now I know I'm a few step to stardom!
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MY NEWS:
I'm currently topping my class with a G.P.A OF 4.8
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MY RESIDENCE INFO:
City: LAGOS
State/Country: NIGERIA
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BOOKS PUBLISHED:
Money is the root
of all evil;
necessary evil
Workers earn it
Spendthrifts lavish it
Bankers lend it
Women spend it
Forgers fake it
Taxes take it
Heirs receive it
Misers hoard it
Robbers seize it
Riches spread it
Paupers lack it
Gamblers lose it
Death leaves it
........the ineluctable end!!
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Dear stone-hearted mother,
haemotophobic you feign and evince
but so stained are your tenderly vicious hands
with the blood of numberless unsinned souls
Not a venial sin thou've commited!
Heartless and impassive being
An harpy shrink-wrapped with beauty
A siren indeed you are,
so soaked in promiscuity.
Outgrowing your pristine age,
your nature's apples burgeoning
and 'tick-tock,tick-tock',
your agonies start count.
Your delicate time of flowering
flowering in orgiastic frenzy-
an ingloriuos chapter of your life history
At a primal age of your thy life
my innocent soul you conceived
but the light of the day it sawn't
my two comings you countered
Why bargained if maieusophobic?
why spreading thighs if unwanted.
No harbinger presaged the doom?
No doom merchant you saw?
'd 've sermoned your doom-ladened acts
Heh! homilophobic remember?
-discard the excuses.
Father's sage words
sour,sounded to your poisoned heart
Mother,with motherly instinct
wailed on your invidious ways
as if preconceived the doom
Yet,pranks you played on them.
Long you've been out of father's book
Serves you right!my word.
My heart bleeds for you
just as yours for the sinless victims
Why mournest thou?The pronouncement?
it's unfortunately irreversible
The grounds of your heart I can see
is so wet with mourning
Dreams of motherhood-a mirage!
an ordinary day dream
Oh lovely good womb
million thanks for your hospitality
on my two sojourns in you .
For you alone I lament
Naturally good-fertiled land
vitiated to arid by misuse
star-studded seeds planted in you
Destined to spawn string of stars
These yor carrier wasted!
To you I return mother
A big thank you you'd say
Admonition song you'd sing
to your colleague in evil-the abortionists
In foetal out-flushing...perfected!
The count of wasted foetus
They've indeed lost
'D and C',you christened it
Destruction and Calamity
if it'd meant to you
a victim mightn't be you
Sweet-dreaming doctors would've been
if in gestation,as foetus
they'd been countered to unfurl?
'The unwanted',so it's named
wont unwanted have rested
with mother's thighs tightly closed?
Scalpel,hypodermic needle,
bandage,operatiung table,
tweezers,drip and cubicle....
What memories do these evoke in you?
................excruciating!
Gallantly bear it, mother
it's your cross.......
A price to pay for your acts,
Your aborted son.'
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