By Ogwiji Ehi Kowochio

He raised his clenched fist above his head
Speaking with an iron voice
Bullets flew from his lips
As he pulled the trigger in his gullet
We do not remember you with hearts full of regret
For it was the likes of you
who saved us the trouble of being
mere carpets in the offices of professors
Were it not for you
We could have become puppets
Pulled from place to place with strings of SDC letters
And finally end up as graduates who are like damaged vehicles
Waiting for the towing vans of slavery
To pull us through life,
Pulling us headlong to unfufilment
Oh Kunle…….
Many pray to live to tell their stories
But your story has lived to talked about you

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