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As they leave, They leave in the illusion of paraphernalia of office Indeed they lived in the last five years as if not To leave again, forgetting that time waits for no man Nobody has ever lived and refuse to leave when the Time to leave came beckoning They leave for nowhere but only to be Confined to the dustbin of history. As they leave, They leave without honour, Trailing the shadows of their predecessors: Onorkhaire of UNIBEN Oyeneye of OOU Waje Omole of OAU Oba Abdulraham and Amali of UNILORIN And others who had the privilege of writing Their names in the golden black book of history Their deeds remain frightfully indelible in our memories Never mind, as an Ifa priest with fierce-fiery orders and decrees Your space is guaranteed in the golden black book already As you and your cohorts, the Oguns, the Ofis, the Akins The Mojis and the Jayis of this world, Ingloriously leave the stage on September 25th ,2005 And for those that are coming, taking the mantle of leadership Clearly crystal you can see their account as they leave So, as you will come, live and leave, What do you want to live and be remembered for ? The choice are unlimited ……. The choice…. are un..limi..ted !! Alayande Stephen. T 20th,September,2005 6.00am

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