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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Snoring bush pig Relishing in reverie like a hog Trudge on day-dreaming Wandering beyond yonder Think of no blunder in wonder-trance Junking the Fourth Estate Jumping at the Fifth Columnist Estate The men in trance Unsuspectingly saddled with the Family’s mantle of leadership Their eyelids basking to write Their smiles determined to rite Their yawn yawning to be tasked Their heads rearing to go nodding Like an Agama lizard Their pen roaring with passion to Dot nothing but ink Their hands jostling to paste articles As they took over We dreamt of turn over But they added nothing over Except for our left over Alas !!!! We were all hoodwinked They deluded us into something Their leader gallivanting all over for nothing In the mad rush for anything out of something They foolishly lavish nothing But Indolence of something Vanishing into lethargy of nothing Ink they could not dot Meetings they organise not Programmes became a thing of rot September 24th Lecture of Late Layi Balogun Our late Grand Patron went without a piece for lot The family had survived A silver jubilee this year But with everybody in trance Sleeping and snoring heavily Soaring to nothing actually When queried They wink hush-hush eem-eem . . . With a promise of something in vanity What men are these? For half a pen year No child was born or adopted Into the lovely family For they slept snoring under A tree called Fig What men are these? But . . . May be . . . But . . . May be we should take solace And console ourselves with courage That those who sleep and snore Can be woken up with water And fire to figure out the unrepentant fig We should for the last time Live in another Paradise of illusion That those that are in trance Will wake up and refuse to die It is only then That a new family will be born To restore the fading glory Of the once glorious 25 years old JC family The time is now! The time is now!! Now is the time!!!. Alayande Stephen Tolulope Immediate Past President, Journalists’ Club,UI For and on behalf of Past Presidents,Journalists’ Club,UI Oct.2nd,2005 9.45am
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