To this little bard;
On this Africa stony soil,
Or let me call you a lad.
Your destination I'll never foil.
The wintry weather never wistle to your ear
But the cold harmattan on your skin.
Your words are to witty to hear
But your servile atittude I've seen.
Your destination I'll never foil,
Will your name be as Hilaire Belloc's
Your noble character I'll neither spoil;
Your message I deemed without bollocks.
You bard - lad of our land;
Your written unsung mellodies
Will soon be appreciated by thousand hand,
Your ponderous word of tragedies.
Lad! This is what you are, 'a virtuoso'
Your written unsung mellodies
Will soon be read by countless mouth or so,
Your flowing rhymes of comedies.
Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
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