This book is especially dedicated to my dad Christian Omoregie Iyamu who retired as an educationist in 1986 and passed away in June 2015. When I was growing up as a child, my dad helped me all the way through my journey and development in research and writing, interest in philosophy and psychology as well as mathematics. He had a big library at home where gene of books ranged from philosophy to mathematics, spiritual, health and wellbeing, conspiracy theories, mythologies, fiction, and lots more.
When my siblings and I were idle, my dad would give us labour task and he would say “If you don’t want labour, then go and read your books” For us to avoid labouring we had to read books. At that point in time I thought my dad’s regime was too hard, but he always came back to explain to us that “an idle mind is the devil's workshop” he went on “no one stays idle in this house. You must find something to do; cleaning, washing, and weeding the garden, or simply go and read your books!” He wanted us to develop in studying, writing, problem solving, and critical mind. I grew up following that regime and sooner did I start to enjoy reading and reading more and more.
At an early age of about eight or nine I started to make use of my father’s library where I picked up special interest in philosophy, poetry, the Greek mythology, and mathematics. My dad did not restrict my access to his library full of books, but he was proud that I made use of them. I started to develop a critical mind and started asking fundamental questions on philosophical and abstract ideas. Thanks to my dad, and may his soul rest in perfect peace. Most of all, thanks to the Lord God Almighty who has given me the grace, wisdom, knowledge, and understanding to put my ideas into writing.
This book is a collection of poems which focus on the plight of the oppressed and their hope for solace and relief. The author attempts to bring to life situations of the time and season as well as event occurring around the world in style through his poetry.
From time unto time, era to era, the poor and the vulnerable have always been marginalized and oppressed, but the strength of the oppressors and the wicked will surely be weakened soon and there will someday be a redress of the dastardly and then the parapet shall be formed to shield the weak, the innocent and the poorly from the iron handedness of the oppressors.