Who's that handsome,
Loyal,
Respectful,
Yoruba boy,
Building bridges with words,
Equations in his mind, poetry in his soul,
Taking his major in engineering .... though draining,
Like circuits wired for resilience,
Like steel bending but never breaking,
A poet, a weaver of words and more...

He speaks in the language of forces,
Balances moments like a tightrope walker,
Weaves metaphors like tensile cables,
Stretches thoughts like stress-strain curves,
Yet never fractures.

He flows like current through resistance,
Turning obstacles into energy,
Amplifying whispers into waves,
Designing foundations with syllables,
Bearing the load of expression and calculation.

Oh, it's me.
An architect of dreams and equations,
A bridge between logic and art.