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A Special Specie of Human Race: An Ode To A. Aladekomo

I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact To sow where he care not to reap And give where, he does not get back To solve a problem not of his making Standing as beacon of hope in the face of upmost despair And flow freely like an oasis in the silent desert Shining like a million stars in the steep darkness I know of the young-man who Drank richly of some foreigners’ fount of knowledge Years ago, way back at an ancient city of the Yorubas An unsure future was secured, se t on path of greatness Filled with such wholesome inspiration He caught a glimpse of tomorrow vision And before him was set a life mission Which he pursued with uncommon passion To start a national social redemption He with other berthed the ship of change and silent revolution In business as in charity At a Lagos unusual port, in Surulere, at Obele community He with some inspired men and women with pen and white chalk Walked rather than talk the talk Breaking the jinx of decades of failure and annual underachievement Setting loose and dreaming Another generation of Nigerian graduates Inspiring many to take up arms of service, destroying reign of woes of secondary education among the tomorrow leaders Selflessly in the spirit of giving back That success baton once received a generation earlier Now with duty being passed to the future runners To stop the wanton waste Of the so called wasted generation Enlivening J. F. Kennedy age long mantra ‘Not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for her’ If the Americans has Peace Corps reaching the corners of the world The man and co. decided Nigerians can have Volunteers Corps reaching the end of Africa Imbued with the power of one, driven by a unity of one team Volunteer Corps was brought forth to life By men and women, grandly inspired Ahead of the pack, dangling the magic wand of change With deftly touch and humblest of heart Is the man called Ademola Aladekomo He is a volunteer; A volunteer of volunteers.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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