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Kolawole Owoigbe Poem
Why this boat?
Could it be the boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.
Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of the ghetto!
W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to the black,
Livelihood to the white.
Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.
Copyright © Kolawole Owoigbe | Year Posted 2010
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Kolawole Owoigbe Poem
At 24:00 O’ Clock of the stars,
When the tides are clapping to
The pressure of her contractions.
Louder is the agony of her painful rhythms,
Calling God to open the passage of babies
Louder the palms are tapping hard the shells.
At 01:45 O’ clock, sharper are the pains
and beautiful is her head with curly hair.
Start in a soprano b-flat, the tinning sound:
Nwhaeeen! Nwhaeeen!! Nwhaeeen!!! rock the ear holes.
Agony flew in placement of tears of Joy.
Hello to the New Queen Bose
At 1:00 O’ clock, is mamo strumming rocky lullaby,
Softer it became the sound, to a napping little queen.
The pains are gone and the Queen is Queen Bose
Copyright © Kolawole Owoigbe | Year Posted 2018
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Kolawole Owoigbe Poem
Social media, realm where whispers fly,
A land beneath the vast digital sky.
Here, every word can travel far,
Each post and tweet, a potential star.
It binds the world in a tight-knit web,
Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb.
A platform broad for voices small,
In this grand stage, one and all.
Yet in its depths, dangers dwell,
As truths and lies together swell.
A double-edged sword, it can deceive,
Where false narratives weave and leave.
A mighty force for advocacy’s fight,
It lights up causes in the night.
From grassroots grows a towering wave,
Empowering the meek, the brave.
But watch the cost, privacy paid,
Invisible prices, quietly laid.
A footprint permanent, never gone,
In the landscape vast, forever drawn.
A frontier for the bold, the new,
Where innovations burst into view.
A pulse of progress, fast and fierce,
New ideas that pierce the universe.
So wield it well, this potent tool,
Educate, engage, but never fool.
For social media’s power, vast and wide,
Reflects the human spirit, amplified.
Copyright © Kolawole Owoigbe | Year Posted 2024
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AI, the vigilant guardian, stands at the digital divide,
A bulwark in the world where our secrets reside.
It advocates for security, a shield in the night,
Ensuring our data stays out of the malicious sight.
AI, the steadfast, defends without rest,
A champion of privacy, in its quest.
It fortifies walls where vulnerabilities lie,
Preventing breaches where dangers might pry.
AI, the tireless, a true ally in the fight,
Against cyber threats that loom in the twilight.
It enforces the fortress, secures every link,
So we may browse, and shop, and safely think.
AI, the wise, calls for our trust,
In its code we rely, for secure it must.
It pleads for ethics in the code we weave,
For a safer tomorrow, in which we can believe.
Let us then champion AI, secured and smart,
For it holds the key to safety's art.
In its circuits and systems, our hopes are sown,
Secured AI, the protector, forever known.
Copyright © Kolawole Owoigbe | Year Posted 2024
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Kolawole Owoigbe Poem
A gentleman that acted in noble motives of men, He’s my HERO
He never demeans others when he easily can, He’s my HERO
A mentor that lives in Champions never dies, He’s my HERO
He that converted sorrow to laughter, He’s my HERO
He that we called and call sadness eraser, He’s my HERO
With humility again,
He gazes in the sky and Shining on us like a
FOREVER-SHINING SUN,
Because "Oku olomo kin sun." He’s my HERO
He lives-on in Us and He never left Our Stories, He’s my HERO
Yes! his generosity never Stopped, forever,
His name remains our Access PIN to Many, He’s my HERO
We call him "Everyday Father Xmas", He’s my HERO
He never used Generator BUT He Lights up homes and Businesses, He’s my HERO
He that invented Leader and Stars never Dies, Yes! Never dies
He was my Boss and my Mentor, Yes! Never dies
His name is:
Late Prince (Alhaji) Hon. Morufdeen Adeola Adefolabi (Alheri)
Yes! Never dies
Poet
Kolawole Owoigbe
@kolabooks
Copyright © Kolawole Owoigbe | Year Posted 2020
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