The Kitchen Republic
Woken to the diluted aroma of abinci
Closer to food like hair to head
Closer to the ever-long water queue
Always ahead of the food queue
A place with no King
The Kitchen Republic.
Corpers obey the reality call
Get accommodated somehow . . . somewhere
Fate took us to the Republic called Kitchen
All seems well with the Kitcheners
We were the envy of many Corpers.
Alayande Stephen T.
August 3rd, 2008
10.38pm
At the Kitchen Republic,
NYSC Camp, Yikpata, Kwara State.
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