THE JUNGLE,THE STRUGGLE AND THE MEMORY

In the main land I lived The hustle and bustle training Early morning noises and late hour unrest The neighborhood disturbances for pleasure Oh African land of no man! In your world many have grown In you another ruined for known or otherwise When shall others live testimonial life? Where lays the hope of the commoners? Quicken to ask if any. Tomorrow near like yesterday isn't far On the street, the color is yellowish Alight hastened for the fear of impatience pilot Only nature, I mean help of the weak and new comers Curse, the common language. Yea, the accidental landlords and occupants In my land I returned Away from the usual heat From the daily inconveniences Battle for ingenious live Civility, still the best in you The honey pot of the black nations. The hope of the living hustlers Oh, lasgidi, fill your guest emptying pot with treasure Abraham Olusegun Adeleye Writes from Okemesi Ekiti