FENCE OF FEATHERS

Ideas were itching in mind

One to another we table

Sincerity unites in truth

On to another we lean

But a lean on FEATHER

In a cloak of pillar

Count on us they chorused

We'll guide you through

You need change they chant

Put us in we'll Change

But a change to worse

In the beauty of charisma

Who guide but the blind

As prototype of his in anticipation

Walk before me

And be thou perfect

We did in a tunnel

We are lost

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HATTHORN

We look from gloom couldn't see afore worried we became Eccentric and despondency became our friend We couldn't see They unveiled and hat on We rejoiced and merry Alas! A thorn in hat Erosion of blood gully down We bath in our room of agony We slept on a bed of stone We dine with our sorrow ©oladecious

LEEWAY

How will I enter When all are choristers Pitching high in silence Wearing smiles of faces Their piece I listen in attention Rhythm like the hiss of adder Song of freedom I thought. Pains as stanza agony as chorus, Gay as coda. Conductor they will but not disobey 'ducting stanzas, chorus and coda. Bewildered I gaze as one unconscious Why will I enter and celibate

NYSC

My Journey to Bayelsa My journey to Bayelsa began on the day I printed my call-up letter, which serves as a pass to enter the main camp. Coincidentally, my travel coincided with a period of fuel scarcity in the country, particularly in Lagos, which led to a surge in transportation costs. However, I was fortunate to encounter favorable circumstances on my way to Bayelsa, my deployment state.

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