All nearly came my way
I thought I had it all
I almost got to the dead point
The last baton almost slip off me
Even at the edge of my last breathe
I remain resolutely resolute . . .
For I am an unrepentant people’s warrior
I warbled to them
“All your torture I already know
Your wickedness I have encountered
What will you unleash on me again?
It is of no consequence”
Alayande Stephen T.
12th October, 2007
All the poems written on this day
Was written inside Agbala’s vigil.