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Taiwo Alao Poem
I caught the MSc. fever,
a nameless bug,
in mystic weather
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Taiwo Alao Poem
From the very first time I set foot in this place,
I determined to prosper,
Ekpoma,
like a work bench,
and a technician's manual on instrumentation,
reaches for instruments,
of vitality,
with market gestures,
and a gesticulating culture,
in the land of the living,
under a plastic cloud of mood swings,
hanging partly by a vegetable spine,
of subsistence backyards,
and Friendswillpower Enterprise
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Taiwo Alao Poem
He kept at it,
and woke up a band of hoodlums
Observing the ways of the moon,
calling Jane like a fool,
looking late for school,
missing cake for food,
sleeping eight by noon,
weeping for a new wave in the loo
Ademola kept at it,
and a moll lurked in fairness
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Taiwo Alao Poem
So much depends on waiting,
the cock crow,
dissipating long nights,
before rain starts,
desecrating one-sidedness,
and,
getting it right,
working like-mindedness,
engrafting a woman in a man
So much depends on paintings,
healing minds,
moving on,
collating a self-informing vocabulary,
defining emblems,
and,
winning wars through words,
pondering a new beginning,
changing the face of a loved one
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They sanctioned phoniness in Kaun,
the abode of the sexy stone,
Isaac's,
a man like James Johnson,
grew delusional,
longing for a super match,
idyllic as a woman without a "Most High",
in a green-white-green vest,
on a self fulfiling field of play
Over a town of wellbeing,
a strange opinionatedness hanged,
as the ideal temperature,
rustling bones,
like an omen of amen,
dandling,
homeowner's masculinity of enjoyment
They sanctioned atmosphere in Kaun,
a concrete ground
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