John Chizoba Vincent Poet Bio

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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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

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