Omoawe Poetically M.A.D

Omoawe Poetically M.A.D OMOAWE is a POET, ACTOR, MC and DJ..d only sane MAD man !...Making A Difference & impacting lives.

26/10/2025

If she beats you, divorce her!
If he beats you, divorce him!
No love is worth your blood,
no marriage is worth your coffin.

Better to sign divorce papers
than to sign your death certificate.
Better to walk away alive
than to stay and die “happily married.”

Ending a marriage
is better than it ending your life.

- OmoAwe Poetically Mad ©





Yesterday’s wins are past, today calls for new achievements!I lift my voice in gratitude,For the place I stood last year...
12/09/2025

Yesterday’s wins are past, today calls for new achievements!

I lift my voice in gratitude,
For the place I stood last year,
For the grace I enjoy this year,
And for the heights I will soar to next year

Happy Birthday, OMOAWE INTERNATIONAL!
Printer • MC • Poet • Playwright • Actor • Director 🎂🎉

Wait till you see this play, then you'll know why I've always told you I'm not your role model. Make me one at your own ...
29/08/2025

Wait till you see this play, then you'll know why I've always told you I'm not your role model. Make me one at your own risk ⛔️.

….Coming this November.

Since year 2000 and nothingWhen I never look like itShe believed in what others couldn’t seeNa why I no dey s**t of herI...
16/08/2025

Since year 2000 and nothing
When I never look like it
She believed in what others couldn’t see
Na why I no dey s**t of her

I never knew she’ll be my Amaria
But thank God for divine guidance
Wey no make me turn wife to Girlfriend
And Girlfriend to wife

Since the day of yes I do
When O and B became OBright
It’s been testimonies of blessing every year
We may not have millions yet
But we have Baba Godde wey dey supply our needs without stress

So today we raise gbedu and cheer
For Arike Onidi ileke
Wey dey shine like stars every year

Happy Birthday to you my Gist Partner
Happy Birthday my Boo
Na you dey make my dream come true!
🥰💐🎉😘🎊

OmoAwe Poetically Mad©
16/08/2025
6:45 AM

WHEN GRADUATES GATHER FOR CRUMBSIn the heart of Abuja,where poliTHIEFcians ride in convoys,sirens tearing through the ai...
11/08/2025

WHEN GRADUATES GATHER FOR CRUMBS

In the heart of Abuja,
where poliTHIEFcians ride in convoys,
sirens tearing through the air,
deaf to the hunger howling in the streets…
where glass towers kiss the sun
and the cost of living bites like a starving dog,
a lounge called Crush Café whispered into the wind:

“Wanted: one staff.
Strictly a graduate.
₦150,000 salary, with accommodation.”

Free accommodation for Abuja ?
Normally na shared room,
a mattress corner,
a place to lay your head and keep your dreams from gathering dust.

By the next morning,
a flood of bodies washed to its doorstep,
not artisans,
not dropouts,
but over five hundred graduates.

First Class minds,
Second Class Upper ambitions…
My wife,
a Second Class graduate of Banking and Finance,
also stood there in the glare of the sun,
clutching her CV like a lifeline.

By the time she returned home to narrate her ordeal,
her shoes were worn to surrender.
I laughed,
not from joy,
but because oro tó bá kọjá ẹ̀kún, erin la fi ń rìn,
when a matter defies tears,
you laugh to hide the sting.

₦150,000,
barely the ghost of a hundred dollars,
dangling like a worm on a hook
in a city where rent alone gulps thrice that sum,
and transportation swallows 80 percent of the rest.
A wage that whispers “survive”
but screams “struggle.”

So under the scorching Abuja sky,
our eagles bent their necks for crumbs,
scrambling like ants.

This is the portrait of a nation
that polishes its gold only to toss it into the gutter.
This is the lament of a country
that trades diamonds for dust.
This is Nigeria,
bruised, breathless,
bleeding its own tomorrow into the drains of today.

And to the youth, hear this:
This suffering will not end in silence.
It will not stop by wishful thinking or prayer.
It will not stop if we fold our arms
and surrender our hopes to the same thieves.

It will stop
when our anger becomes movement,
when our voter’s cards rise in 2027
like weapons of justice,
when we reject the crumbs they call “stomach infrastructure,”
when we choose the hard road of doing what is right.

Because no nation rises
while its brightest minds
queue for crumbs.

OmoAwe Poetically Mad©
11/08/2025
10:18 AM

HOW A ‘WAKA PASS’ ROLE BECAME A DIRECTOR’S SEATYesterday, I received a call from Dr. Yusuf Adaize in Lagos. He said he w...
14/06/2025

HOW A ‘WAKA PASS’ ROLE BECAME A DIRECTOR’S SEAT

Yesterday, I received a call from Dr. Yusuf Adaize in Lagos. He said he was looking for a director for his upcoming stage play, and the first name that came to his mind was mine.

I was surprised. I began to wonder where we had met and how he knew I could be trusted with something so important. Then he reminded me of how he first encountered me at D**e Chukwumerije Made in Nigeria show, performing my breakthrough poem, “GBAGAUN.” He said he remembered how energetic I was on stage, how I brought the poem to life. But he added something interesting, he said, “That’s you as a poet, not an actor.”

You all will agree with me that being a good performance poet doesn’t automatically make one a good actor, let alone a capable director, especially for a production in Abuja that the writer and producer won’t be present to monitor.

But then he said something that struck me deeply. He told me he had actually seen me act too. He first watched me on stage at Summit Bible Church Summit Abuja Summit Abuja, around 2014 or 2015. I had played the role of a grave digger, a waka pass role with no lines.

He remembered every detail: how I brought that tiny character to life, how I offered roasted corn to the audience mid-performance, how the foreign delegates in the audience kept asking, “Who is that guy?” He remembered it all, vividly.

That same role, with just one direction: “Dig.” No lines. No spotlight. Yet, he said, I made it unforgettable. So unforgettable that 10 years later, when he needed a director for his play, I was the first name that came to mind.

Two days after that original performance, I even got a call from the director, Hilder Harrison, saying the Senior Pastor of the church wanted to meet “the grave digger.”

So how did a ‘waka pass’ role turn into a directorial contract a decade later?

The Lessons:

1. NEVER DESPISE THE DAYS OF SMALL BEGINNINGS.
That role was so minor, many actors might have seen it as an insult. But I took it seriously. I rehearsed in front of my mirror and told myself, “They may not remember anyone else, but they’ll remember the grave digger.”
I remember trekking from Area 2, where I lived with my uncle, to Silverbird Galleria just to attend the Abuja Literary Society meetings. I remember walking from Area 1 to Transcorp Hilton just to perform at an event, for free.
I was sowing seeds. Now, those seeds are bearing fruit.

2. GIVE YOUR BEST, EVEN WHEN YOU’RE NOT BEING PAID.
Whether it’s poetry, acting, chanting, singing, MC work, or printing, I give it my all.
When I volunteered for Made in Nigeria in 2021, I thought I was just helping Egbon D**e. I didn’t know I was stepping onto a platform that would open doors. I took my first flight ever while serving as a volunteer at that show.

Disclaimer: This is not an invitation for unpaid gigs o! I have family to feed and children’s school fees to pay. Those Area 1 to Maitama trekking days are behind me abeg.

3. BE SO GOOD THEY CAN’T FORGET YOU.
Dr. Yusuf saw me perform one poem, and act one small role. Yet, I left such an imprint that ten years later, he searched for me, not just to reminisce, but to offer me a major directorial opportunity. Be that unforgettable.

4. HAVE AN ONLINE PRESENCE.
He didn’t have my contact, so he called the director of the 2014 play. When that didn’t work, he Googled “Omoawe”, and that’s how he found me.

I’ll come back later to tell you more about the play ANIKE ELEKO.

In the meantime, let’s know how we can be of service to you.

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13/06/2025

Coming soon…
INK & BL🩸🩸D

- Written & Directed by Omoawe Olatunde E.

13/06/2025

Dreams hold me
sleepless

I do not,and I will never,claim the glory for the words I write.Each line, each breath of verse,is a whisper from JESUS,...
19/05/2025

I do not,
and I will never,
claim the glory for the words I write.
Each line, each breath of verse,
is a whisper from JESUS, not my might.

This one…
has stirred my soul,
kept my nights restless and my spirit full
for months, it would not let me sleep.

Now, it’s ready to be born.
And I can’t wait to share its fire with you all
especially you,
my beloved comrades at the Nigerian Union of Journalists.

- Omoawe Poetically M.A.D

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