Okpo People of Nigeria

Every male child is a good cyclist, Their rugged terrains toughening his wrist; Some of them my students in the morning! Not one of them a conceivable cripple, All on purpose, Unstoppable People; Their roads after rains remain slippery, But Riding Philemon wouldn’t be jittery. Their sons are all briefed about their palaver, None could cry if one turned a cadaver; To battle fronts marching without a boot And still their enemies dropping with cock-and-shoot; Those behind their burnt houses and deserted ones, Their buildings with roofs that forfeited them at once; Where for the first time a teacher ate Snake And discovered that it was another cake! 7th December 2010: Right now, he is eyeing another ten!