MY FEDERAL SCHOOL SOKOTO MATES:
My roving thoughts as I sit at my computer blank-page
Are of three unmistakable FSAS musketeers:
First up, Kunle Oriyomi I saw as spotty spatsera youth
Typical Lagos happy-go-lucky expansive cracker
Who now in maturity is spinning logic-rigged audacity
Genuinely generous to a tee, though not whimsical
And the cherry on the cake; the old spin has not stopped
Then, there is Kenny Bakare the Corinthian, an amicable one
Still the steering personality; a spinning events wheeler
His place, old mates find conducive to feast and play
And Dapo Olowu, the enchanter; amiable as portable
Now turned a robed, wigged, and jurist packing a punch
Who despite the height of the ladder climbed, stays humble
I find the little many things they are gifted, endearing
Like morning dews that gather water in drops
They all have turned natural down to earth brilliant minds
Forthright, as to call a spade as it is rightly named, yet
kind
Helpful in deeds as delightfully empathic in thoughts
And just as good hands guide the clay to shape
So, age and times over forty years have shaped them
Turning the rough edges of the then Sokoto care-free youths
To this finely refined bright sunshine of hard-working adults.
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