Your name will never elude my memory
Every day I recall you like a recent story
A myriad of thoughts about you clouds my memory
The school that made me
The four walls that raised me
The principal that trained me
The teachers that disciplined me
The books that enlightened me
The challenges that strengthened me
Oh! My sweet alma mater
Now I’m alone
Left to face this world so cold.
No need anyway
I knew I’d grow up someday
I need not be scared
When I know I can’t be dared
I’ve been baptized with wisdom
And I’ve acquired all I need and more
Now it’s time for me to prove to the world
That Madonna remains the best school for all.
Copyright © CHIOMA ONYEKABA | Year Posted 2015
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