I wrote this poem to celebrate everyone who reads it as we are all writers of some sort. Whether you are a renowned author, a stay home at mum, entrepreneur, student etc, everybody writes. We publish what we write in various mediums of communication in print form, audio-visual form or in the hearts of men.
Welcome to the writers world.
Who are you
I am a writer and, a musician of some sort
I make melody with words
I cause words and emotions to dance rhythmically
My talking drum is my paper
Beating words out of the Djembe is my art.
I am a fisher of words
I fish in the ocean of thoughts
Paddling far to where the heavens meet the earth
To drop my net into the deep sea of memories
To feed the hungry souls of men.
I am a scribe
My quill is made of steel
I live to write
I write to live
Merchandising utterances is my life
Chiseling words into the marble
of men’s heart is my call.
My work is never finished
Every time I finish writing
I start writing
When I am satisfied
I get dissatisfied.
I am a a rehabilitator of ghosts
I exhume buried reflections
The ghosts of words
Embalmed in deep thoughts
The imaginations of a writer
An undertaker of some sort.
When I am lonely
I am not alone
When I sleep
My soul is word awake
Exploring the graves in my memory
Making dead words live again.
This is the writer’s life
Men who sleep whilst being awake
Intermeddling with the seen unseen
In the land of inspirations
Where scribbling and scrawling rules
is the only game in town.
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Keji · September 1, 2018 at 6:28 am
Psa 45:1 To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves. My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the PEN of a ready writer .
Ovyay · September 1, 2018 at 6:36 am
Princess Ada · September 1, 2018 at 6:45 am
When am lonely, am not alone
Ovyay · September 1, 2018 at 6:49 am
Yes and amen.
Femare · September 1, 2018 at 6:23 pm
Amazing gift you have sir. I enjoyed the poem.
Ovyay · September 2, 2018 at 4:50 am
Thanks so much Fee. Hope you are ok.
Esu Reuben · September 1, 2018 at 7:02 am
I’ve never seen a father who dances the way you do at the sound of a good music and when I look at your son and his achievements in playing keyboard, am not surprised where he inherited those skills. Nice lovely poem sir.
Ovyay · September 1, 2018 at 7:09 am
Thanks Reuben, your comments are so profound. I appreciate.
Chukwuemeka peters · September 1, 2018 at 10:45 am
Daddy you are the best writer I have ever come in contact with, may Almighty God continue to give you wisdom ..
Ovyay · September 1, 2018 at 10:57 am
Whoa Bro Emeka. Thanks, I still have a lot to learn sha.
Ifeanyi Uwaegbu · September 4, 2018 at 10:28 am
It’s great, what a WORD, this is from divine to human more grace daddy.
Ovyay · September 4, 2018 at 2:49 pm
Thanks so much Pst Ifeanyi
Idemudia Godspower · September 1, 2018 at 6:47 pm
This is a lovely piece sir
Ovyay · September 2, 2018 at 5:40 am
Bishop thanks a lot. I am glad you like it.
FUNMI AJALA · September 2, 2018 at 4:00 am
This is nice sir, more grace.
Ovyay · September 2, 2018 at 4:38 am
Thanks so much. You did a wonderful work at Kano. 🔝🔝🔝
Melody · September 4, 2018 at 7:22 pm
A very nice melodious piece.
Keep making melodies with words.
I hear the rhythm loud and clear.
You are blessed my brother.
Ovyay · September 5, 2018 at 5:29 am
Amen ma. Thanks so much 🙏🙏🙏
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