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The Men In Trance

Snoring bush pig
Relishing in  reverie like a hog
Trudge on day-dreaming
Wandering  beyond yonder
Think of no blunder in wonder-trance
Junking the Fourth Estate 
Jumping at the Fifth Columnist Estate

The men in trance  
Unsuspectingly saddled with the
Family’s mantle of leadership 
Their  eyelids basking to write
Their  smiles determined to rite
Their  yawn yawning to be tasked
Their  heads rearing to go nodding 
Like  an Agama lizard
Their pen roaring with passion to 
Dot nothing but ink
Their  hands jostling to paste articles

As they took over
We dreamt of turn over
But they added nothing over
Except for our left over

Alas !!!!
We were all hoodwinked 
They deluded us into something
Their leader gallivanting all over for nothing
In the mad rush for anything out of something
They foolishly lavish nothing
But Indolence of something
Vanishing into lethargy of nothing

Ink they could not dot 
Meetings they organise not 
Programmes became a thing of rot
September 24th   Lecture of Late Layi Balogun
Our late Grand Patron went without a piece for lot

The family had survived 
A silver jubilee this year
But with everybody in trance
Sleeping and snoring heavily
Soaring to nothing actually
When queried
They wink hush-hush eem-eem . . .
With a promise of something in vanity
What men are these?

For half a pen year
No child was born or adopted
Into the lovely family
For they slept snoring under 
A tree called Fig
What  men are these?

But . . .
May be . . . 
But . . . 
May be  we should take solace
And console ourselves with courage
That those who sleep and snore
Can be woken up with water 
And fire to figure out the unrepentant fig 

We should for the last time 
Live in another Paradise of illusion
That those that are in trance 
Will wake up and refuse to die

It is only then 
That a new family will be born
To restore the fading glory 
Of the once glorious 25 years old JC family
The time is now!
The time is now!!
Now is the time!!!.

Alayande Stephen Tolulope
Immediate  Past President, Journalists’ Club,UI
For and on behalf of  Past Presidents,Journalists’ Club,UI
Oct.2nd,2005
9.45am

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