My names are Peter Olusade Adebimpe. I am a Nigerian. I hold a master’s degree in communication arts. My first degree was in English. I have worked in several places before now. I was a lecturer in communication arts for so many years in a polytechnic in my country. I left the classroom to join the National Population Commission in my country from 1991 to 2007 where I retired as a Deputy Director, Public Affairs. Still not tired, I currently lecture at a private university in my home town. I am working in the mass communication department.
I have flares for writing poems, but I have not really utilised this talent in me. I have written and discarded many poems. Reason being that, from my own point of view, they were not up to standard, but I later came to realise that my point of view about them might be faulty. So I made up my mind to start writing again and leave the judgments to my audience.
My mission is to start writing to my international friends on happenings in my environment as naturally as the events unfold to me. I promise to be as objective as possible, and will avoid imitating any known poet. I want to create my own unique style, and I want my friends to accept me as I am.
The attempt here is to give an insight into the ways of life of my people, and to use this medium to correct the erroneous beliefs people are carrying about of my people and their culture.
While doing this in my own way, no doubt, I will surely step on toes, but not to worry, there is always room for comments in order to put the record straight. Feel free to post your comments, even if it is in a prose form. I will try as much as possible to obey the rules of the game. However, whenever I default, feel free to correct objectively.
Have a taste of my presentation:
I have flares for writing poems, but I have not really utilised this talent in me. I have written and discarded many poems. Reason being that, from my own point of view, they were not up to standard, but I later came to realise that my point of view about them might be faulty. So I made up my mind to start writing again and leave the judgments to my audience.
My mission is to start writing to my international friends on happenings in my environment as naturally as the events unfold to me. I promise to be as objective as possible, and will avoid imitating any known poet. I want to create my own unique style, and I want my friends to accept me as I am.
The attempt here is to give an insight into the ways of life of my people, and to use this medium to correct the erroneous beliefs people are carrying about of my people and their culture.
While doing this in my own way, no doubt, I will surely step on toes, but not to worry, there is always room for comments in order to put the record straight. Feel free to post your comments, even if it is in a prose form. I will try as much as possible to obey the rules of the game. However, whenever I default, feel free to correct objectively.
Have a taste of my presentation:
HE’S NOT BLACK INSIDE
He’s not as black as being painted;
The artist’s impression was over-tinted,
Get closer and see the real being;
Don’t eat far-off to get the taste of the pudding.
His friends stood on the other side,
Got the information about him outside;
The insider’s information got eluded,
Because the informant was deluded.
No doubt, he is true to type,
Not forgetting he’s God’s prototype
Whose destinies overnight changed’,
By those interpreters, race has deranged.
We are partakers of his plight
Only the divine can take up the fight
Since no discrimination in creation
It’s the mark of our generation
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