Olatunde Ayinla is an altruistic writer, amateur historian and poet. He describes himself as a multi-potentialist who sternly believes that 'self-discovery is one of the greatest achievement of man'. He is the Chief Editor at Yoruba Blog where he tells stories about the yoruba people, their places, projects and culture.
A Postcard For Mama
Your passing onto eternal recluse
Filled my feeble soul with alter emptiness
For I was left with nothing to lit my heart within
You took the candles with you
And though you left me a note
One furnished with the memories of you
It lurks in the sleeves of my veins
Assailing me each time I think of you
The walls have ears, they say
I have heard rumors
That you are never coming back
That you now belong to the sky
And that you now live with the angels
And that you wear a garment full of stars
And that the night will return when you are asleep
So I came with my friends
Just to stare at you in your sleep
And to tell you that I M-I-S-S YOU
I hope this dirge gets to you
You remain forever in my heart
#Endsars: A War Outside
There is a war outside
Hungry children are crying;
a beast called unemployment –
is dragging their father through the corridor
A young graduate got chased to his grave –
by men who swore to protect lives and properties
This flag is burning high
and its flame is spreading wide
Those in the realm of power are living large
In one hand a calabash filled with the people’s sweat
and on the other hand;
a bush meat deeply fried with public funds
I will not wait for this war to kill me in my home
I will go to the battlefield –
Drink from the pool of my own blood
I will fill my chest with courage
And – take bullets for my sons
For – this is not the change my thumb painted