Ehinmosan Tolulope Mercy is a graduate of Olabisi Onabanjo University With B.sc (hons) in industrial chemistry. This young woman who is in her early 20s is gifted with an uncanny ability with words which she uses to paint vivid pictures and to convince her audience to believe in whatever cause she represents.
A poet with a strong distaste for negativity and an activist whose loud words echoes the sentiments of not just the people but also of reason, she continually speaks out against the ills in the society, relentlessly taking up peaceful arms and battling against injustice to humanity and good morals through her articles and poems.
Her approach to issues is practical and balanced and she is ever so unassuming.She currently works at a veterinary centre in the city of Lagos and her hobbies are reading and cooking (watchout guys her cooking will blow you away). Wahalablog is proud to unveil to you, one of the finest writers to emerge from West Africa, Miss Ehinmosan Tolulope Mercy.
Once on the battlefield of the mind
A war was fought
Mighty men
Valiant and strong
Stood shoulder to shoulder
Their gaze
Steadied by determination
Their faces
Shone with anticipation
If ever there would be a retreat and surrender
It would be
A retreat to enjoy the spoils
And a surrender to the sweet taste of victory
So in a clash of will and strength
Sword met sword
Gleaming blades dripped of blood of the wounded
Arrows met flesh
And men fell with a thud
Very much like the sound of death
The enemy should have seen this coming
His kingdom has been subdued
And just like every other time
This ritual must be performed
He had to see the faces of the fallen
The lost, his heroes
Doubt, worry, self pity,despair,dread...
All gone
None left!.
What was it about this few anyway?
They were once weak and fear-filled
Trembling at the very mention of his name
But
Suddenly!
Out of weakness
They have been made strong
They now wax valiant in fight
Turning his cohorts to flight.
No!.
He must not allow it!.
He must not allow them subdue him,
Obtain better promises
And quench the violence of his fire!.
He must launch another attack!.
And that,
Very soon!.
But now...
He has to stay and lick his wounds
Which hurt so bad
Because only a little FAITH
Small as a mustard did this to him.
His name FEAR
And he is unwilling
To sheathe his sword
So the war is never finished!.
By Ehinmosan Tolulope Mercy
My dear Tolu! How impressed I am to see you now do have a blog! Please keep on writing; and we will soon have the jagged summits under our disciplined feet.
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