A Dirge To My Old Semester

A Dirge to my Old Semester I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors When I heard you are sick I never knew it was true Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result It was so sad that you are suffering from such an ailment You suffered from senile dementia Without sanctity from mild ailments Mild ailments encoded with 101,201,301,401,501 and others We tried helping you but we could not Rather,we can only arrange a befitting home for you So as to get you the befitting eternal home Inever cease raising my voice unto the lord From the morning of everyday I make Nimbe Adedipe Library my abode So that my semester would be happily lifted above My sittingin the library would not have been so long Onlyif I had the chance of attending classes But who am I amidst transportation imbroglio Who am I when my lecture halls can only accommodate 50% of us Who am I when the projectors in my lecture halls will not project but rather reject the slide Who am I when I use every day to download courseware on my computer system and I would not be able to access it due power instability I don’t have choice Yes I don’t have choice Idon’t have choice Rather than sit my ass for an unending period To peruse my book lest I peruse failure So that my semester would have a befitting end Preparation is endless and so long So as to be fortified before entering the strong room Where my success is entangled to an object of artificial intelligence Oh my GOD! I have sacrificed enough for my deceased semester So that it would be reborn In the new flesh that bears the name ‘’second’’ And not in the flesh called carry-over Oh my darling semester! How I wish you send me a signal That is distinct as ‘A’ And very excellent as ‘B’