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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