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’
Copyright © Jimoh Hammed | Year Posted 2014
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