Oladipo Kehinde 
Poetry comes naturally to Bob like leaves on trees, and with this collectionhe feeds the readers with the fruits from his tree of creativity. He is the son of his age, but shares same page with sagely old men who cannot but lament when society’s moral values are abused. Thus he says: “And I break down and cry for my land / I share these thoughts so that we can stand / Rebrand / Put our hands on the sand / And make our land grand” The eyes of a poet search for beauty within lines, even while the mind wallows in the placid pleasure of the imageries. Bob satisfies these desires. His imageries are wrapped in nice-sounding words which tickle the mind; words which do not hide the passion behind them.
In “My Words”, he proves this: “My words are like Vitamin to my being / Upholding me when I’m ill / Helping me with the bills / And making my world real” In line with the title of the collection, the tears are like rain drops. These are tears of wasted years. Who will wipe the old man’s tears away? Change is a soothing balm and panacea for bleeding hearts.
This is a wakeup call for change. A poet is an observer. Bob’s echoes Alfred Lord Tennyson in rhymes and rhythms which make the poems musical to the ears with spontaneous poetic magnitude. Bob is a living proof that poets are not in fact afraid of voicing hard, bitter truths. In “Take My Life”, he writes: “Ah, death can’t be worse / Than living in this curse / Where our country’s purse / Is the property of the political boss The rhythm and pace of these poems capture the experiences of the poet in a voice and with a grace every listener can appreciate and admire. The poet cries for a change in the country as things seem to retrogress instead of progress.
The land is all that we have and no one is greater than it. The poem “The Land is Ours” reflects Niyi Osundare’s “Eye of The Earth”. Here, Bob makes reference to the irrational, senseless killing in the northern region of Nigeria, and wonders if modern Nigeria reflects the dreams of our forefathers. The perpetrators are nameless, faceless, and senseless. The country is colonized internally by centrifugal forces and something is not just right. Thus, he laments: “Boko’s guns, Boko’s bombs / Turning every landscape to tombs / O, this land of our forefathers / This is not the land, the land of our forefathers” In “Arise Africa”, Bob states that Africa is a methodological assertion of a black man’s race. He is of the opinion that Africa is old enough to provide for her descendants. He writes that every African should rise up against the concerted forces and their stooges who are bent on holding the continent to ransom, thereby making our past heroes restless in their graves, as their children are enslaved by their leaders on their land. In the poem, he expressed his deep love for the black man’s black skin thus: “Thy colour is thy sunny strength / Blazing black radiance all around the earth”
I will not be forgiven if I end this review without talking about the lighter side of the poet, Bob. He loves the African woman. He believes the African woman is the most finely crafted piece of art created. And this deep love is evident in some of his works like “The Girl From My Village”, Strange Angel”, “Yemisi”, and others. These poems bring to mind the poem of Leopold Sedar Senghor, “Black Woman”. The themes of hardship, love, adventure, nature, revolution, and death cut across this collection. The mood dictates the tone. The imageries are vivid in our minds. The poems have robust messages. The diction makes strong appeal to our emotion. Bob is a rhyme master, an image maker, a messenger, a revolutionary and an adventurer.
