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Poems of Appreciation (4 poems)

Atinuke, Moon Among Stars (poem 1 of 4)

To: Dr (Mrs.) Atinuke Idamoyibo, Department of Music, Delta State University, Abraka, Nigeria.

The moon among stars is incomparable,
Atinuke among ladies is incomparable.
Whoever knows the actual size
Of the stars from what we see in the skies;
The moon reaches out,
Gently giving a light;
The stars, whether they are there or not,
No difference is made.

Many ladies are there to raid,
A wise man should be cautious.
A woman who is virtuous,
Is not defined by beauty or affluence;
But a reasonable and responsible,
Submissive and committed woman,
Is ever there.

Glamorous ladies in attractive skin, leather,
And or cotton cover,
Who knows what's inside and what they are?
But Atinuke stands out of the crowd;
From the inward to the outward;
Whatever is refined ever glitters;
She was for me made.
My dear Atinuke,
How much I love and appreciate you;
I wish you really know how much I do.

The Man Is Great (poem 2 of 4)

To: Prof. Meki Nzewi, Department of Music, University of Pretoria, Pretoria, South Africa.

This man is truly great,
But who is this great man,
And what makes him great?
The man who is great,
Is not the man who blows
His trumpet about;
Whether he blows it or not,
He is outstanding, identified and recognized.

Here was a man raised in a society
That hardly recognizes strong intellectualism;
If it pretends to recognize one or a few,
It manages to promote mediocrity;
But when a strong intellectual comes on stream,
He has got to face frustration;
Because people like him, though are much needed,
In such a society,
Are never wanted;
The presence of strong intellectuality,
A threat to strong mediocrity.

The man was a prophet not honoured at home,
But a prophet of truth recognized around the world;
His leading voice of truth is embedded in wisdom,
Known through his creativity and productivity;
The prolific production of knowledge!
In one year the man produced five doctoral degree graduates;
The test of strong intellectuality.
The more amazing,
A doctoral study that in five years had no chapter through,
Had a new beginning,
That got through him in only seven months,
Coming out in two fat volumes;
What a great feat!
This man is indeed a genius;
And who is this great man?
No one, but you!

I Miss You, Uncle (poem 3 of 4)

A poem to: Dr Adebowale Oluranti Adeogun, Department of Music, University of Nigeria, Nsukka

I miss you, uncle,
I miss your warmth and humour,
Missing your counsel and encouragement,
Missing your companionship;
Feeling lonely for your absence,
Feeling blue and gay;
Joyful that you depart to celebrate greatness,
Sad you’re leaving me behind…

But such is life;
That we must meet to part,
And part to meet again,
But ours is unique indeed;
We have met in three different places,
Far apart,
The experiences have been pleasant;
I wish we could live together forever!

Never knew there could be a man like you,
Ever cheerful and ever careful,
Ever peaceful and ever joyful,
Ever humble and ever considerate,
Ever mindful of present and future,
Those are very good and rare attributes;
I love you greatly,
I miss you dearly,
Stay blessed and well-protected of God,
Till we meet again somewhere,
Someday, sometime!

You Couldn't Wait For Me (poem 4 of 4)

Tribute to a dear mother: Oritsejonone Oniyemofen of Ogiedi Elume, Delta State, Nigeria.

Dear mother,
You couldn’t wait for me,
To return home from this journey;
You blessed me to go and return in safety,
And you couldn’t wait to welcome me home.

A mother like you should not depart the earth so soon,
You were a special creature,
Created with golden properties,
That made you stand out,
With exceptional attributes;
I grew to know you as my stepmother,
Then I grew to understand that you were my mother,
And I grew further to discover that you were my father;
You stood toward me in all these positions,
And you performed the tripartite roles efficiently;
How marvelous you were!

I remember how musical you were,
And all the Igoru musical performances,
You contributed to my doctoral research,
On Igoru music in Okpe land;
I still watch your videos and listen to your voice,
I still refer to your beautiful performances,
But I thought you would see the product;
Alas, you couldn’t wait for me!

It grieves me that you couldn’t really wait for me,
Time was up before I knew it;
You had to meet the Lord in glory,
And you couldn’t wait for me;
You couldn’t wait to celebrate,

The academic success of your son,
Before the departure.

Who can query or contend with the Almighty,
Who says time was up,
And you have got to be in the home of everlasting joy.
Dear mother, enjoy with the Lord,
Till we shall meet at His bosom,
To part no more.

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Ovaborhene Idamoyibo gives us the story behind these touching poems of tribute:

“I grew among elders in a society where values are respected. They never hesitated to openly condemn ill and deviant attitudes, or openly commend good
attitude of deserving persons.

“Earlier, I sent in some poems lamenting the ill
paths of my country’s leadership and the evil impact on the Nigerian society. Today, I am sending the following poems to commend some deserving personalities.

“Atinuke is my wife, so devoted and committed to our marriage relationship. She has always been there for me, in time and in season.

“Prof. Meki supervised my doctoral thesis at the University of Pretoria, South Africa. The study started at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria in 1999/2000. With the Nigerian factors, no chapter saw light before the study was transferred with due permission in 2005. Within seven months of the study in Pretoria, under Prof. Meki, where I began again from chapter one, the thesis came out in two volumes. Doctoral studies do not depend on students’ hard work only; it also depends on encouraging response from the other party. This is why we appreciate how fast this man reads and returns chapters.

“Dr Adeogun taught me at the NCE and undergraduate (College of Education and University) levels in Nigeria. Then we met at the doctoral level at the University of Pretoria, South Africa. We lived together during the period of our study and he did not underrate me, but encouraged me.

“Madam Oritsejonone was truly my stepmother, but unlike many stepmothers, she was so attached to me; always concerned about my success in life.”