As They Leave (1)

As they leave, They leave for us Calabash full of sorrow and agony They leave for men a plate of frustration And desperation. As they leave They leave for women nothing But cups of tears and fears As they leave They leave for old ones a basket Full of fruits of ultimate death and shame As they leave They leave for workers a big bowl Of empty promises, unpaid salaries And incessant strike actions As they leave They leave for students a stabbed And crippled students’ union, Ramshackle and “Renopainted” Halls of Residence As they leave They leave for our generation a loss compass From which we can find and rediscover our Moral values, valuable culture Instincts of deliberative governance and Leadership cum administrative acumen As it is We are living with fear of gbu-a-gbu-a Of daylight gunshot of the emboldened to Extort, encouraged to maim and induced to kill Ultra-fascists campus cult groups commissioned To crush all seeming oppositions As is it We are living with:- Biochemists without reagents Microbiologists without modern microscopes Linguists without modern language laboratory Computer students without Being opportune to hold a mouse Physiologists without bloodbank. As it is We are living with Dike archaic books and non books materials Students and staff basking in the euphoria Of stone age and ancient facilities. As it is We are living in a garden that detest truth Genuine intellectualism, dissent views and Contrary opinions but rather nourishes in Multi-colour ignorance, white lies, Ever green concocted disortions, Oceanic blu-i-sh sycophancy and reddish intolerance Which is only reminiscences of the black jackboot Days of the Abacha junta. Alayande Stephen. T 20th,September,2005 6.00am