THE GLASSHOUSE AT IBADAN
THE GLASS HOUSE AT IBADAN
The Glass House stands callous and stubborn,
Against her shanty neighborhood..
Whose children don't engage in indulgent Game of throwing stones at birds, lizards and Rodents..
Passing by,this February .. Faces of our people in laughters and dejection reflect.
I walked through Gate.. Gate to Ibadan..
*Like broken china in the sun*, lunatics
And madmen everywhere.
I Walked home, home sweet home...
Started singing,singing to my Valentine.
Tenderly Tenderly I go...
Tenderly tenderly I go...
Tenderly tenderly we go....
Going home
Home to Agodi
Home to Heaven
That eternal Glasshouse!
Akudolu Ignatius
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