As I go through life journey
Over hills and mountains
I learnt that there is nothing new under the sun.
I am only in my teen chapter
And barely understand
What the saying is all about.
But I know for sure
That my own gourd has created a different place for rope to stay,
For I’m special.
Inside my feeble chest
Lies a mind
With great fantasies.
Even in my wary hands
beauty took abode
Fixing myself up when I found no one.
Academics and hand work
Listens to my voice
Even when they are called together.
Without war they would sit together
Without fight they would feed in a plate
Without their differences they would make me special.
Doing the unusual
Others see as abnormality
But that is where my speciality drip.
*Lebi Victor Emmanuel*
*Abdulraheem Faisat Oyinkansola*