Writer Bio

 Gender: Male

Industry: Arts

Occupation: Writer

Location: Ibadan, Oyo, Nigeria

Introduction: Imole Olusanya is a Nigerian writer from Ibadan, whose poetry, prose, and screenplays celebrate the richness of Yoruba and African heritage. His debut poetry collection, “Birds See Things”, is available on Amazon, and he has contributed to several journals and international anthologies. A former high school teacher, Imole spends his leisure time reading, drawing, creating graphics, or enjoying music. You can find him on social media.

Interests: Writing, reading, drawing, painting, graphics, creative arts, nature, poetry, filmmaking, etc

Favorite movies: Chicago Typewriter, October 1, Twinkling Watermelon, House of Secrets...

Favorite music: Some songs by Beautiful Nubia, Aṣa, Simi, Kizz Daniel, Chike, Yemi Alade, Tope Alabi, Anendlessocean...

Favorite books: Things Fall Apart, Purple Hibiscus, The Frogs, Animal Farm...


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