Bello Hassan Onimisi 35, hails from Okene in Kogi State, Nigeria. He holds a Bachelor’s degree in biochemistry (1999) and a Masters in Pharmaceutical Chemistry in 2003 from Federal University of Technology, Akure, and University of Lagos, both in Nigeria. He lives in Minna with his wife. Bello has self-published three books and has another one on the way to be published by Lantern Books.
Wisdom
Man is the crown
of all creation.
Both now and forever.
Having dominion of all
between him and other livingthing.
Except in his thinking.
He think and solve problems.
He abide by the rules of Almighty.
He redeem time.
Take time
Take time to grow
For growth is a process
No man jump the hurdle
of children and becomes a
men.
Take time, take time
For a scientist to rowlock
native’s mystery
He must appeal to time
Take time, for no
sportmen enters the
competition arena without
a secret time for workout.
Whatever you do
take time
for the make of time
is the price of all
human endeavour
Generation
Who knows tomorrow?
For the seconds passed.
Another follow. All
running into minutes
minutes rolling into hours.
So men off their shoulders
in exchange of themselves
For tomorrow would come
Men in size would change.
For one dies, the other live
Who know where they have gone?
And who can tell those that
would come.
the batton but just change hand.
Reflection
What is life?
A man borrows it
Comes to earth
and trade with it.
With or without gain
He must pay back now
or in future time to come
Does he has to account
for his time?
Either he gain or loses
He must return.
My joy is this.
I live as though I
Would die today
So that I can do
all that I need do urgently
Collision
It is no longer
our father’s choice that reigns
But the dictates of the time.
Why it all happens?
No one knows.
A friend a better associates
Who can separate?
It is possible then to lay on
a conch and allow him to
roll you on.
But a new wind is blowing
A friend, no longer an acquaintance.
But an enemy in disguised.
For nothing sake, but for money.
The vehicle of unity has
Broken down. Who would mend it?
Blues-print
The rules that guide our life
How marvelous the giver is.
Our kindness and sympathy
for his creature.
The rails were laid
How then can a blind man
guide his foot-steps?
Unless a whole-heart trust on
his creator is re-affirm.
But a new order is emerging.
Out of the unknown source of power
Whispering: war, nudity, crime aid the
must perverse ways of all time.