A native of Ogun state, Nigeria. Raised in Lagos State, Nigeria. Male. A leader from birth. He doesnt believe sometin is impossible, likes to imagine d possibility of d impossible. He's just cool, gentle, friendly and respectful. Studied in a series of school like Owo-samson nur/pry, Livingstone college, Reima Royal college, to mention a few... An ambitious agent of change. more »
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Toheeb Tiamiyu Poems
Whirling from the west, Madly running without rest, Sharply, all vests abreast. Windvanes runs out to the test,
Friends in times of sorrow, Will stay and remember you of tomorrow. The atlantic ocean with friends becomes shallow. The bones of hardship shall they with you swallow.
Is God Partial?
God, Supreme Being known to all. His existence years before man's invention. The church says He is a Lord of perfection. When you walk through darkness and Him you call,
Go To The Anthill
O ye man Of little understanding! Engulfed by pleasures, You have become blind
Tick tack tick Tack tick tick The clock tick Seconds to minutes
My 18th Birthday
Oh! On my birthdate, On my 18th birthday, When I will be Now an adult.
Richest But Pennyless
We are the world's richest, Building houses anywhere we care. Give us your cartons so we tear, To make of beds the best.
I Am That I Am
This is me, A living being, That which I am, And what I have,
Scared Of Death To Death
When we sleep at night, And put the alarm to eight, Not assured if we The next morning will see.
I wonder what you see Calling me different, Because I come from A land of oil?
Oh I will save you My people From the hands of those Who came calling to you
Priceless beauty, Pure beauty, Intelligent and always does her duty. Oh! How i wish she was sleeping beauty,
To The Ugly Bride-To-Be
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Whirling from the west,
Madly running without rest,
Sharply, all vests abreast.
Windvanes runs out to the test,
The wind is truly from the west.
As the wind sweeps along the paths,
Like a king trees bow as he pass.
Is this arrival not a world class?
Every lass the mighty tree has,
Falls as the wind proves his class.
The pregnant cloud takes her form,
Saying the pregnant cloud is set to born,
Once again a very mighty storm.
All white and yellow to black they turn.
Thence comes that heavy thunderstorm.
Darting in and out, ...