Buzzling, Buzzling,Buzzling Everyone's up and hustling. Children,cleaned,ironed,shiny walking to school.
Their bags packed with instrument of knowledge.
Great leaders and entrepreneurs in the making.
Destined for greatness and splendour.
Partially I'll with flu,
Feeling so uneasy in discomfort.
Wishing it would go away,
but steadily,steadily , patience and determination is the cure.
The scent of fried beans cake ,
Fills the car.
An invention by the white man.
Slowly driving away from the site .
To an institution of knowledge.
Where my fellow colleagues strive ,
To be filled more and more with knowledge .
Till we breathe no more we are all students of knowledge.
Everyday are lessons,struggles are tests and trials are exams.
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This is a poem i wrote when i and my dad early school day morning went to buy akara ( beans cake )in his car . That day i was down with the flu .I was inspired by the primary school students i saw walking to school.
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PoetryTelling you stories of my life with poems ,quotes, wise sayings , true talk ," meeeee "part and how God showed me love .
