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By Onatola Abiodun – for Harvard of Have-heard,
Before my country begins to call
for me, on service for first degree completed.
And before I dropped this pen to feast; on course mate white shirt for signature append
– this very end of a new beginning, this very beginning of a new end.
And the joy that brought us tethered tears from eyes that; we are sure and not sure if it’s by true love shed.
And those faithful hugs, from beautiful bodies burden with feminine figures
and laughter from departmental students we are some levels above
– they are there wishing us well to witch us well.
And some good lecturers who scored us below our Worth.
– let me shed their oily bloods on this of ‘hoely’ poem.
The moon they dimmed, now return to mirrors our steps. Towards best ways by incidences revealing, they are but the right steps and those dug holes now unfriendly to their round pegs
– The child has returned to father the man.
© Ire 1805.
2024.
