The roads
Are a long
Long stretch
Of windy
Hilly curvature
Leading you
To greater heights
When topsy called
Quss where I am right now
Metallic phone clicks
Then here
We were again
When in juxtapoisting
You never ran
To Abraka
And back
The same day
Why finish
A three year journey
In just one day
But if they job you
Won't you stay?
And lecture
Their goats
Life is full
Of sore stories
On the way to Akungba.

WRITTEN BY PROF. OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU