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Red soil

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Cosmopolitan it may seem,
Humanity bursting at the seam,
Diverse colours almost obscene.
All are heard; none are seen.

Uniformity in diversity,
Chaos in serenity,
Ugliness doing beautifully,
Still a village disguised as a city.

Myriad and diversified,
Complex and haughty,
Confident, un-unified,
Of adulation, always worthy.

EDO!
My land for-ever o!
Oba gha to kpe e
I-s-e-e-e…..

Omo Faith Oshodin

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The origin of origin

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How do we go back through Time, Space, Matter and Reasoning to the Origin of Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through our death?
Is it through re-birth?
Is it through the Earth?
Or is it when we berth?

As we drift in-to a quiescent dock
Bourne by waves of Mercury, we rock
Silent and peaceful… no sound… no talk…

Perhaps, this time at the dock
We may find a bit of luck
At communing on the floor
With the Original Originator

How do we go back through Reasoning, Space, Matter and Time to the Origin of Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through the Sun?
Is it when we mourn?
Is it when its dawn?
Or at the peak of form?

As we flex muscles of wood
All sinewy, all musculi, all crude
Hunched like Mr Olympia’s brood

Perhaps this time at the Water
We will commune with Awe, with Laughter
As we (hopefully) end at the door
Tha’ll be opened by the Original Originator

How do we go back through Matter, Reasoning, Space and Time to the Origin of Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Perhaps, this question I think can be answered on through infinity ad infinitum….

Omo-Faith-Oshodin

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Biography

Omo Faith Oshodin (I Am I) can only be described as The Renaissance Woman.

She is a Word-smith; a writer currently working on her first book, her work have been published locally and inter-nationally. She also performs her written works at the Free-dom Hall, Bogobiri, Ikoyi, in Lagos- Nigeria– where people from all over come to see her. One of her most popular poems RED SOIL has developed a cult like following.

She is an up-coming Jazz singer as well, who has performed to a standing ovation at the prestigious Terra Kulture during the Jazz forum which took place in the last quarter of 2010.

She has a blog called The Path of Faith which is fast gaining popularity. (www.thepathofomo.blogspot.com).

She is also quite the gifted artist who uses the medium of mixed media, oil on canvas, acrylic on canvas and water colour.

She has handled interior design projects for a number of high profile individuals.

When asked what she does, she simply says, “I am a Creator”.

Omo Faith Oshodin

Omo-Faith-Oshodin
Omo-Faith-Oshodin

Biography

Omo Faith Oshodin (I Am I) can only be described as The Renaissance Woman.

She is a Word-smith; a writer currently working on her first book, her work have been published locally and inter-nationally. She also performs her written works at the Free-dom Hall, Bogobiri, Ikoyi, in Lagos- Nigeria– where people from all over come to see her. One of her most popular poems RED SOIL has developed a cult like following.

She is an up-coming Jazz singer as well, who has performed to a standing ovation at the prestigious Terra Kulture during the Jazz forum which took place in the last quarter of 2010.

She has a blog called The Path of Faith which is fast gaining popularity. (www.thepathofomo.blogspot.com).

She is also quite the gifted artist who uses the medium of mixed media, oil on canvas, acrylic on canvas and water colour.

She has handled interior design projects for a number of high profile individuals.

When asked what she does, she simply says, “I am a Creator”.

Red soil

Enlarge poem

Cosmopolitan it may seem,
Humanity bursting at the seam,
Diverse colours almost obscene.
All are heard; none are seen.

Uniformity in diversity,
Chaos in serenity,
Ugliness doing beautifully,
Still a village disguised as a city.

Myriad and diversified,
Complex and haughty,
Confident, un-unified,
Of adulation, always worthy.

EDO!
My land for-ever o!
Oba gha to kpe e
I-s-e-e-e…..

Featured Poem:

The origin of origin

Enlarge poem

How do we go back through Time, Space, Matter and Reasoning to the Origin of Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through our death?
Is it through re-birth?
Is it through the Earth?
Or is it when we berth?

As we drift in-to a quiescent dock
Bourne by waves of Mercury, we rock
Silent and peaceful… no sound… no talk…

Perhaps, this time at the dock
We may find a bit of luck
At communing on the floor
With the Original Originator

How do we go back through Reasoning, Space, Matter and Time to the Origin of Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Is it through the Sun?
Is it when we mourn?
Is it when its dawn?
Or at the peak of form?

As we flex muscles of wood
All sinewy, all musculi, all crude
Hunched like Mr Olympia’s brood

Perhaps this time at the Water
We will commune with Awe, with Laughter
As we (hopefully) end at the door
Tha’ll be opened by the Original Originator

How do we go back through Matter, Reasoning, Space and Time to the Origin of Origin and commune with the Original Originator?

Perhaps, this question I think can be answered on through infinity ad infinitum….

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Red soil

Enlarge poem

Cosmopolitan it may seem,
Humanity bursting at the seam,
Diverse colours almost obscene.
All are heard; none are seen.

Uniformity in diversity,
Chaos in serenity,
Ugliness doing beautifully,
Still a village disguised as a city.

Myriad and diversified,
Complex and haughty,
Confident, un-unified,
Of adulation, always worthy.

EDO!
My land for-ever o!
Oba gha to kpe e
I-s-e-e-e…..

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