Afolabi Oyerinde

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Afolabi Emmanuel OYERINDE is a teacher of English. He has a BA Honours Degree in Communication and Language Arts (with English) and an MA (in view) ; he is TESOL certified. He lectures candidates for IELTS (Academic & General) , TOEFL, PTE (Academic & General) the SAT, IGCSE, Duolingo English Test (DET) , Cambridge Assessment English (CEA) , Canadian English Language Proficiency Index Programme (CELPIP) , and other English language proficiency tests, English grammar, English Phonology (or pronunciation) , English Semantics, communication skills (language arts - writing, speaking, reading and listening) , English morphology and syntax (including the Systemic Functional Grammar (SFG) and the Transformational Generative Grammar (TGG) , literature in English (African literature, Asian literature, Carribbean literature, etc.) and English literature, A-Level examinations, etc. He has published five books under the titles of A Guide to the English Language (1) : The Grammatical Units and the Concord, A Guide to the English Language (2) : The Grammatical Accuracy, A Guide to the English Language (3) : Standard English, A Guide to the English Language (5) : The English Phrasal Verbs and Collocations and A Guide to the English Language (6) : The English Idioms and Proverbs.)

The Best Poem Of Afolabi Oyerinde

Lust Luve Lost

In the deepest sea,
In the melting snow,
In the vales, underneath...
In the melting atmospheric
Elements, on the Milky Way,
True luve I find no more!

When the tempest blew
Blew away the luve built
Built with my bloody sweat
Sweat of sorrow and joy
Joy that is all lost
Lost in the unknown world
World of hates and regrets
True luve I find no more!

True luve I find no more
Forever, it is gone
Never will fall I in luve
As irritating as cow dung--
No more luve. We live
In a wicked world--
Where hatred thrives
And luve is all but lust...
A forgotten dream of
A true, grateful mind
True luve I find no more!

Lost is my heart--
In the lustful mountains.
Luve again have I not
Lust I peddle around like
Unripe àgbálùmọ̀ oranges --
Sour, acidic, tasteless...
I'm lost in the saddest
World of filthy lust
True luve I find no more!

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