MOSES IDOWU SODIPO, born on March
15, 1993. He studied fine and applied art at the university of Benin graduating
with a second class upper in 2015. He started drawing from the age of six. He
paints with acrylic colours and he paints to depicts the happenings in the
society using his painting as a way of speaking for the oppressed and the less
privileged in the society.
He tutors students drawing and painting practical
classes and has prepared them for various art competitions and exhibition which
they won at different levels. He has won several awards in different art
competitions within and outside Nigeria which include Certificate of
participation in the National Art Competition under the theme of “Sheroes”,
(designed by UNESCO Abuja under the European Union – United National Spotlight
Initiative in Nigeria to eliminate violence against women and girls.)
Certificate of Participation in the “Us Women 2022 Virtual Exhibition” by EMK
Centre, March 2022, Winner of the 2023 July Draw and Win Art competition, TOP
10 Category of Safe4Press Art Contest and Exhibition at the West Africa
Journalism Innovation Conference (WAJID 2023), Abuja
His recent awards were in December 2023, where
he won the first position of the write for arts Amnesty International Art
competition in Abuja.
Beneath the scorching sun, we stood in line,
With hope as fragile as the morning shines.
Our voices carried dreams we long suppressed,
Yet folly whispered choices we’d confess.
The ballots bore the weight of a nation’s fate,
But fleeting promises swayed hearts of late.
The chants of change were drowned by silver's glow,
And now we reap the seeds we chose to sow.
The streets are barren; hunger calls our name,
While leaders bask in wealth, untouched by shame.
Our currency crumbles, our spirits are worn,
Regret’s heavy cloak is bitterly borne.
Had we but chosen with wisdom's steady hand,
A just leader to heal this wounded land,
The fields would bloom, and dreams would rise anew,
A brighter dawn in skies of vibrant hue.
But now we kneel beneath an unjust reign,
The price of greed etched deep in our pain.
Our children’s eyes ask questions we evade,
Their futures sold for comforts we betrayed.
Oh, if time would grant us a second breath,
To cast our votes and steer away from death!
For now, we wait, endure this bitter plight,
And pray for wisdom to reclaim the light.
LOOK AND LAUGH
In the echoes of the distant past,
Where shadows of the great ones cast,
Fela, in realms where spirits dance,
Saw the world in a fleeting glance.
A young boy's tears on cobbled street,
Corn on his head, a fate replete.
Behind him cries of fuel and strife,
Labour’s burden, a heavy life.
Fela sang of visions clear,
Of a land that’s lost, not near.
In rhythms deep and lyrics bold,
He foresaw stories yet untold.
His saxophone, a seer’s breath,
Foretold the future’s heavy heft.
Now, in realms where laughter reigns,
He watches, smiling through the chains.
The fuel lines stretch like endless trails,
Youthful hopes in desperate sails.
In laughter’s realm, Fela sees it all,
A cosmic jest, a grandiose call.
To the boy who cries for more than corn,
In this life, his soul forlorn,
Fela laughs, a cosmic jest,
From beyond, he sees the test.
He sang of truths that time would bare,
Of the struggles, joys, and flare.
In his laugh, a truth is found,
In the silence, a knowing sound.
Oh, Fela, in the skies so wide,
Your music’s legacy won’t hide.
You see the pain, the fight, the strife,
And laugh, for you predicted life.
In your laughter, we find our song,
In the struggle, we march along.
Your wisdom echoes, bright and clear,
In every note we hold you near.
LOOK AND LAUGH
In the echoes of the distant past,
Where shadows of the great ones cast,
Fela, in realms where spirits dance,
Saw the world in a fleeting glance.
A young boy's tears on cobbled street,
Corn on his head, a fate replete.
Behind him cries of fuel and strife,
Labour’s burden, a heavy life.
Fela sang of visions clear,
Of a land that’s lost, not near.
In rhythms deep and lyrics bold,
He foresaw stories yet untold.
His saxophone, a seer’s breath,
Foretold the future’s heavy heft.
Now, in realms where laughter reigns,
He watches, smiling through the chains.
The fuel lines stretch like endless trails,
Youthful hopes in desperate sails.
In laughter’s realm, Fela sees it all,
A cosmic jest, a grandiose call.
To the boy who cries for more than corn,
In this life, his soul forlorn,
Fela laughs, a cosmic jest,
From beyond, he sees the test.
He sang of truths that time would bare,
Of the struggles, joys, and flare.
In his laugh, a truth is found,
In the silence, a knowing sound.
Oh, Fela, in the skies so wide,
Your music’s legacy won’t hide.
You see the pain, the fight, the strife,
And laugh, for you predicted life.
In your laughter, we find our song,
In the struggle, we march along.
Your wisdom echoes, bright and clear,
In every note we hold you near.
A young girl gazing for help from the people of the world to come to her rescue after the destruction of her community caused by insurgency
THE EMERGENCE
In tender dawn, a child begins to rise,
From cradle's warmth to pathways yet unseen,
Each step a dance toward sunlit skies,
Emerging into realms where dreams convene.
From whispered lullabies to youthful play,
Her spirit blooms, a flower kissed by morn,
In each new dawn, a chapter to convey,
The essence of her journey, newly born.
With each brave stride, she sheds the shroud of fears,
Emerging, radiant in youthful grace,
In life’s unfolding, where hope appears,
Her heart’s embrace, a beacon to embrace.
Thus, from innocence to wisdom's glance,
She finds her place, in life’s eternal dance.
“REFLECTIONS”
“LOOK AND LAUGH”
“FATE OF A NIGERIAN CHILD”
“HAD I KNOWN”
“GAZE OF HOPE”
“EMERGENCE”
