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The Trojan of our heroic struggle
The heroic struggle against chains
Which beckons with pains
That tends to make us insane
For we are already stained 
As they offer us disdain
Nowhere but in the scorchy rain

From the cradle lipping  with light . . . of wisdom
Grew to be part of the struggle against the  kingdom 
Clenching fisticuff against the host hoarding our freedom
For the student movement’s  struggle against the fiefdom
Reigned like others that thinketh not of the days of doomdom
Whilst the 80’s have those that have seldom
Bothers not about their  selfishly accrued freedom  
And bear brunt and boredom:

The late Chris Abasi
The late Rotimi Ewebiyi(RE)
Lanre Arogundade,Emman Ezeazu
Olu Oguibe, Labaran Maku
Ogaga Ifowodo, Bamidele Aturu . . .
Who scrawl their sobriquet in the  Ingrained
Annals of the Nigerian student struggle 
Those whose names sends
Cold and shiver to the Military junta

Chima, a born Trojan
Had no laurels and medals to display
Except for broken ribs and 
Bruised lips with a bloodied head
For a cause he believed in

Ubani, a masculine Amazon
It just occurred to me that your demise has left
A big lacuna in the revolutionary kingdom in Nigeria
You remain the unassuming link amidst
The ultra-leftist, the  progressives
The right activists, the social critics 
 The liberals and other change seekers

All along, you raised the slogan of
System change and Regime change
Craving for a working class mass based
Political party to take over
So that we can move over 
Whenever we see the sign of cross over  
In order not to spill over
In our quest to possess our possession

You remain a Trojan in the gully
Having kept your head above murk
In the human right trenches
You have scribbled your name boldly in
Gold on the sand of history

The road claims another Trojan
Unable to lose us out of your  life
We gain from the blood and pains
A living testament to earn us new hearts
And firm us on the more
Forever in the struggle till we wet out
The blood of our  tormentors and oppressors. 







Alayande Stephen Tolulope
September 27th 2005
4.45pm
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