ODE TO OREOLUWA

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Ode to Oreoluwa

Oreoluwa, a name like dawn’s first light,
A soul that burns with wisdom bright.
In ink and thought, your voice resounds,
A seeker where the truth is found.

A mind that questions, deep and vast,
Through pages turned, through shadows cast.
A warrior’s heart, yet gentle too,
A thinker bold with dreams so true.

You stand where crossroads twist and bend,
A guide, a friend, a voice to lend.
For justice calls, and you respond,
With words like fire, fierce and strong.

In faith, you rise—a beacon tall,
With hands that build, that heed the call.
A poet’s heart, a leader’s grace,
A soul unbowed by time or place.

So here’s to you, on this grand day,
A force, a light, in your own way.
For words are power, fierce and free,
And in them, Ore, you will always be.

Happy World Poetry Day!

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