Long Peoplebooks Poems
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As they leave,
They leave for us
Calabash full of sorrow and agony
They leave for men a plate of frustration
And desperation.
As they leave
They leave for women nothing
But cups of tears and fears
As they leave
They leave for old ones a basket
Full of fruits of ultimate death and shame
As they leave
They leave for workers a big bowl
Of empty promises, unpaid salaries
And incessant strike actions
As they leave
They leave for students a stabbed
And crippled students’ union,
Ramshackle and “Renopainted”
Halls of Residence
As they leave
They leave for our generation a loss compass
From which we can find and rediscover our
Moral values, valuable culture
Instincts of deliberative governance and
Leadership cum administrative acumen
As it is
We are living with fear of gbu-a-gbu-a
Of daylight gunshot of the emboldened to
Extort, encouraged to maim and induced to kill
Ultra-fascists campus cult groups commissioned
To crush all seeming oppositions
As is it
We are living with:-
Biochemists without reagents
Microbiologists without modern microscopes
Linguists without modern language laboratory
Computer students without
Being opportune to hold a mouse
Physiologists without bloodbank.
As it is
We are living with
Dike archaic books and non books materials
Students and staff basking in the euphoria
Of stone age and ancient facilities.
As it is
We are living in a garden that detest truth
Genuine intellectualism, dissent views and
Contrary opinions but rather nourishes in
Multi-colour ignorance, white lies,
Ever green concocted disortions,
Oceanic blu-i-sh sycophancy and reddish intolerance
Which is only reminiscences of the black jackboot
Days of the Abacha junta.
Alayande Stephen. T
20th,September,2005
6.00am
Form:
she waits for the bus
standing against the wall, books in hand,
mind in another world
he walks around the corner
she plummets back to earth
she tries not to stare
but all the memories flood back
in her heart there's a pressure she can't bare
he stops, and leans against the wall
opposite from her
he glances at her
she watches him in the corner of her eye
she dares to take a look
their eyes lock
neither can look away
emotions run rapid inside her
everything she's been holding back
holding inside
breaks loose
a tear run down her cheek
she drops her books to the floor
barely in control of anything anymore
one foot in front of the other
she walks to him
eyes still locked
he takes a step forward
they meet
the toes of their shoes touch
she still looks into his eyes
he can't bare to pull away
he wipes her tear away
and their lips meet
shes still crying
heat rises in them
"I missed you" she breathes in between kisses
"I love you" he whispers in her ear
"I know"
Let me just say…
I’m not a scientist hear
Not a preacher, not a seeker, Just
Eternally a student and believer.
Simple Ways are my Teacher
And, I haven’t read much,
I don’t know books I
Don’t go to church,
Or get checked up.
Can’t quote a thing or
Talk on medicine
Ooo, and I don’t do math… ;)
Reckon I better add that and
Having done so, I’m here to say, something
About something I do believe, which is
There’s no such thing as “Junk” DNA
... ” what if ” ...
we still ‘have it’, because it’s worth having… AND
... ” what if ” ...
there are so many ANDs in the Books because that means something… :)
outstANDingly, Good…
not that I’ve read them, but I glanced them and the ANDs stAND out… \shurgs/
... and & dna…
& & & 777 = 21 U… get it yet? ;)
...if not, check. The Key.board.
HUGs!
&AND&&...include everything.
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