James Ogunjimi is a Nigerian born in Ago-Iwoye town of Ogun State. A poet, social crusader, apostle of change, Industrial Chemist, freelance journalist and revolutionary activist. more »
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James Ogunjimi Poems
To Those Who Sit In Dark Places
To those who sit and dark places, To plot the downfall of the just. To those who gather with hidden faces, To cause nothing to the righteous but a fall.
Don't Tell Me We're Free
Don't judge us by the Smiling faces And conclude we are happy. Don't use as examples just a few cases And say it's reality.
Nigeria Shall Be Free!
Crushed by the weight of the evil ones' greed, Nigeria shall be free! Sinking deeper and deeper in the abyss of misdeeds, Nigeria shall be free!
No Door Is Ever Closed
Life is full of disappointment; life is full of pain, Life is full of challenges that would threaten our faith, But no matter how many times we are left in life’s cold, If we look well, no door is ever really closed.
As The Clock Strikes Twelve
As the clock strikes twelve, Yet another completed book is added to life's shelf. First will come the greetings and well-wishes, And then will come thoughts of happy times and painful memories;
For the simplest of things; A little of that and this. For the minute ones called small, Named so by those the world calls poor.
Africa Will Rise Again
Weep not for me o African, For thy tears in nought will flow. Weep rather for the future of your children, Whose tears may never cease to flow.
We're Done Crying; We Want Justice
Blood, tears, severed limbs and legs. Murder has been done. Not on the streets, not in the slums, But in the place we call Sacred.
I Want To Be Remembered
I want to be remembered for good. I want to be on the right side of history. I want to be remembered as a man who never shied away from speaking the truth. I want to be remembered as a man who never kept quiet in the face of injustice.
If Only They Could Watch
If only the heroes of our nation dead and buried could watch, If only they could see what their labours have been reduced to and how their people have become lost, Then maybe our ears will be open enough to hear, Their shrieks and endless tears.
Lest We Forget
Lest we forget, January 1st,2012, they removed subsidy on PMS. They promised they were going to provide palliatives. But our people have been lied to long enough to read the lips of a liar.
Don't call me free (when I'm still in ch...
Don't call me free, when chains are all around me. Don't call me independent, when on others I still rely. Don't call me innocent, when my hands are stained with blood. Don't call me free, when I'm still in chains.
A new dance
For long have we moved our body to the rhythm of this dance, For long have we danced vigorously as people in a trance. Yet, despite the swiftness of our feet, The dancers are looked at as people who can't keep to beat.
To that which may never be, To happiness we may never feel, To an unbreakable togetherness the world may never see; This isn't me saying goodbye;
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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To Those Who Sit In Dark Places
To those who sit and dark places,
To plot the downfall of the just.
To those who gather with hidden faces,
To cause nothing to the righteous but a fall.
Posterity says it has not slept or forgotten;
Nemesis has just one message: 'I am coming.'
To those who sit in high places,
Looting and stealing collective resources without care.
To those who fight and leave in their wake broken maces,
And promise to wreak more havoc without fear.
The law of 'cause and effect' says: 'I am still active, '
The grave says: 'Inside me is where you'll live.'