By SonofHisHeart

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(Atleast we are no longer where we were)

FUOYE,
You could call her ‘Consolation Centre’.

Some,
Were soiled with fertile fears
Of being JAMB’s regular forevermore.
Staying home as months borrow month
Is worse than those Nights in Soweto.
So, FUOYE,
Though a paradise of inadequacy itself
Admits us all like refugees.
Even though we pay for her thunderstorms too.
At least,
We are no longer where we were.

Most of us are abandons
Of, UI, UNIBEN, or Nsukka,
Who often make their aspirants’ desires
Turn to palatable pelf for
JAMB to rehabilitate and gain again
While, we get dispatched
like Santa’s sleigh-driven gifts
As soldiered Jambit with incautious frets –
And ambushes of familiar faces with pen.
Hoping God will give us hope to hope again.

Some,
University of Lagos or Ilorin.
Where knowing one who knows who
Is the maxim for having
One’s name cushioned in electronic paintings.
While we were it collateral damage, pitied and
Thanked for faming the varsity’s populace.
10,000 came with cheers, but
1,000 proclaimed for their chairs.

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SonofHisHeart is David Okebiorun’s pen name. David does poetry.