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SANDS OF TIME




By Ola vincent Omotade


"A tragedian's view"

The atmosphere became closed and stuffy.
The sky of FUTMX became dull and leaden.
Drift of clouds in the upper air rushed about helter-skelter
Just the way his body was carried from the 24players football pitch, to the treatment bay and then eternal stay.
His soul wagering, ready to leave The Niger.
His spirit ready to cause Violence because he needed to go.
I perceive the burning of mattresses,
trooping of soldiers to our girls hostel was trespasses.
Oh! right niggas
He died doing what he likes doing best
He was an hero..A display of an heroic.
Yet in futmx were reflective moments,
We wanted Victories of peace outta
We became more ALUTA.
Protest are like flashes of lightning, dazzling,blinding,Brilliant but momentary,
It often leaves a trail of death and Destruction.
Go home for 2weeks, hay it may last for a month, They said.
Then we felt the radiance of the sun and the tender glow of the moon.
We regretted our acts
Some saying oh why do we?
Even as the rest of their days passes off in a blaze of sadness and sorrows
Whenever his family reiterates his birth and death.
Thier is this harbinger of tears and sorrow.
I know you go to a place more Diviner in leisure and pleasure
I know you go to a place more happy than those that lives on land.
I know YOU go to a place fulfills with pulse of diverse splendor
Today, there are spread on the blue surface of the Niger
Bro, your heart is strong, like the Tiger
Like the white hair uplifted from the head, it pains us ur death
We all felt your shade and shadow as it Vamps of the City of MX
Sincerely of a true nature
Olalekan Emmanuel, aka Yeye (Chemistry) 300l Futmx
You left your footprints in the sand of time.
Adieu ! Adieu !! Adieu !!!

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