Olajide Timilehin Biography

A new world in a new lights
Comity of remarkable men
Prowling with swollen faces
Bitten by the bees of change.
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A: Earth hear the rhythm of my pale voice and bliss my throat with oil.
B: What more anguish can bedevil man than hunger.
A: Not even a single nut nor a common rice to boil.
B: Here we are wallowing in the pit of where our necks continue to grow longer.
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My pen let us speak strength
To the feeble minds reading
Courage to the brave minds
At struggles and wars
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Sangó street is strict
Its road are rough
Stone-filled with stones
Dreadful and pale at night
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Your life is awful meaningless
And don't try to change my view that
Your life is surely meaningful
When you firmly observe
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