tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205395832011-04-21T15:39:34.678-07:00Ileanujah - Shina Olusanyanoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20539583.post-1140380231830528132006-02-19T12:17:00.000-08:002006-02-19T12:17:11.866-08:00<a href="http://poetolusanya.blogspot.com/">Adesina Olusanya</a><br /><br />Hey there!<br />Welcome to my world.<br />Say What? Respect! <br /><br /><br /><br />- Adeshina Olusanya, poet/author<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20539583-114038023183052813?l=poetolusanya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ileanujah - Shina Olusanyanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20539583.post-1140270046501197832006-02-18T05:40:00.000-08:002006-02-18T05:40:47.003-08:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ileanujah/100831883/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://static.flickr.com/26/100831883_24714a7fde_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ileanujah/100831883/">pic1</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ileanujah/">Adeshina Olusanya</a>. </span></div>"Knowledge is of two kinds: we know a subject ourselves or we know where to find information upon it." - Dr Samuel Johnson (essayist)<br clear="all" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20539583-114027004650119783?l=poetolusanya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ileanujah - Shina Olusanyanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20539583.post-1136404170139057442006-01-04T11:36:00.000-08:002006-01-04T11:49:30.150-08:00<div align="center">A sojourner I continued,</div><div align="center">Took meal, pills; slept off.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I dreamt</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I went through woods,</div><div align="center">Climbed uphill; gasping,</div><div align="center">Sweating</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I met a lass.</div><div align="center">Oh fairy, sweet her!</div><div align="center">Jolted, yet mild, I asked her </div><div align="center">About </div><div align="center">Whispering fig leaves, sighing flowers,</div><div align="center">Crushed palm kernels...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I listened:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">"For everything, time is given:</div><div align="center">A time to reflect,</div><div align="center">And a time to forget;</div><div align="center">A time to stay,</div><div align="center">A time to leave."</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">- Adesina Olusanya</div><div align="center">(Poet Adeshina Olusanya)</div><div align="center">(from: <strong>HUES LANE)</strong> (2006)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20539583-113640417013905744?l=poetolusanya.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ileanujah - Shina Olusanyanoreply@blogger.com0