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Folabi Oginni Poem
God is many things
Among those, an artist
The sky, his blank canvas
Sprinkled with hue of varying intensities
The sun
A golden fiery orb
Emitting light for all to see
To me, it's pure symbolism of
What Jesus is
And what we should strive to be
To be the light of the world
Not being consumed by the darkness
Of the worldly ones
I fail, and I stumble
Trying to keep up with society's ideals
Wear this, say that, do this
It's a controversial thought, but
Let's live how God intended
Spreading love!!
The moon the sun's faithful partner
The silver glow of the moon
casts a soft, ethereal light
over the landscape,
creating a tranquil ambience
that invites reflection and peace.
To me, the moon symbolises
Finding beauty in the darkest of times
Not the vague superficial type of beauty
Only looking at looks for looking sake
None not in any way
But to look upon the beauty of souls
Of hearts and of the mind
Truly I believe
God is an artist
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Folabi Oginni Poem
"Ode to You"
You, the girl who learned to wear two worlds —
Nigeria braided into your roots,
England stitched into your stride.
A quiet voice that holds galaxies,
a sharp mind that slices through doubt
but never forget the softness of being human.
You, the one who stands at the crossroads:
white lab coat dreams, ink-smudged notebooks,
football boots still carrying yesterday's grass,
your hands balancing test tubes and metaphors
like they were born for both.
You, who listens first, speak with purpose.
The head girl who knew the power was more than a badge,
the sister who tutors not just with answers,
but with patience.
The youth leader who stands steady
when the world tilts for others.
You rewrite the rules —
not loud, but firm.
Not rushed, but relentless.
You are the kind of person
whose story bends toward meaning,
whose heart beats for the future,
but whose feet stay planted in the present.
Medicine will suit you.
So will poetry.
So will leadership, laughter,
and every brave thing you've yet to name.
You are not lost, nor late, nor lacking.
You are the author, the artist, the architect
of a life only you can build.
And you will.
You already are.
Copyright © Folabi Oginni | Year Posted 2025
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