Okoemu is the-phenom,
Okoemu is the son of man,
Okoemu is not like others
Okoemu's aspiration is to be rich
To acquire properties, so massive
Not houses but wisdom
Not cars but knowledge
Not clothes but truth
Not lands but humility
Not estates but meekness
Not companies but righteousness
Not wivies but justice
Not appliances but mercies
Not affluence but love and happiness;
Okoemu is Okoemu
Not fashion fricked
His views are entirely different
Okoemu is simple but difficult to understand,
Okoemu is who you will never comprehend
He is a mystery.
He is not the best but surely he is trying at least.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good luck with your aspirations!