The Champion

Watch the way he danced He raised his hands up and Swept the sand of the ground very elated. He measured his dancing steps with his joy and laughter Then the crowed cheered and lifted him up High above the tress in amazement. The talking drums and the gongs boomed in agreement to his bravery and guts. He had made it,he had won a medal Which seems impossible in the eyes of many With the spirit of a hero, he dismantled fear and ceased the air from existing Then he uphold the spirit of focus and determination And emerged as the man of the moment. Then he ran, and the grasses respected his foot steps Honoured his wills when others retreated in their Bed snoring provokingly in the heat of the game. "he made it, he made it" all exclaimed in joy. He could not hold back his spirit but allowed it to popped out and rejoice. He welcomed the new rain of kisses and hugs from Strangers, kings, and queens who once rejected him In their palace because he smell like a nobody. The spirit of guilt caught them in the web, He made it with the spirit of Nigeria. The black spirit so natural and goal oriented. Before, he was hated by many but now he is The love of many, the irony of life remains its irony.