Niyi Osundare Made Me

Niyi Osundare made me a star He built me with the remains of His brave ink before the Ikere Warriors on the Ekiti mountain, I am one of his brain child living. . . Under his umbrella have I mastered and mixed my art of poetry unperfectly. Niyi Osundare made me, he made a star; a star that fear not those with a sugar coated tongues to slain those who are voiceless. . . If you see him, tell him that I am still writing with those ink he deposited in me years back, those words he carved into me. I am now savouring the songs in my throat, With a drum whose mouth are numerous. . . Niyi Osundare made me, Niyi carved me with a precious golden voices logically made. In his bosom lies my muse and his eyes mine, A telescope of my thought watered through an immaculate words of his temple and bravity. . . He made the fire in my ink, He made the eyes of my eyes, Niyi Osundare made a precious me through his printed words which elevate souls righteously. I have eaten his beautiful yam once and was blessed. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016