Maybe we should talk about oranges Those yellow oranges; who do not stay to be plucked Nor allow themselves to be

Moses by Olatunde Obafemi

I throw shattered glass in the air


Your skin became an altar With sacrifice upon sacrifice presented to God.

POEM: FOR THOSE PEOPLE by Olatunde Obafemi

The point is, this poem is for those people who run away from succeeding by running on the wrong track. Who double their paces into hell in the name of 'living'.

You Are by Olatunde Obafemi and Hillary Antibelle

You're the sun in my night Always make my day come to light You are the rainbow if I'm blind (You're) so colourful in my mind

God, we would meet by Olatunde Obafemi

4 cardinal points meet at my heart 3 Gods, in one: YOU formed me like art

“In Life and in Death” by Olatunde Obafemi

If it comes to life If it comes to death I don’t have to fear 'cause You are always here


There is so much colour in black and white/ There is so much silence in how the tide sings/ There is a solemn motion in still pictures/ But one thing is true among the lies we tell


I saw the sun melt the tears from her eyes Her colour blue became colour grey Hue washed...watched away