AND SO WHAT? (THE COSTLY NEGLIGENCE)

A couple of intrigues in my Niger area;

I graduated with a 4.99 Cgpa

Society: and so what?

I can invent

I even built a model helicopter out of scrap and the dustbin

Society: and so what?

I am morally upright

I love and keep the laws of my father land

Society: and so what?

I work hard

Earning my money from my daily struggles

Society: and so what?

I shun bribery

I never meddle with corrupt practices

Society: and so what?

As a student I shun exam malpractice

I believe in the genuity of my ability

Society: and so what?

See I want to become a banker, lawyer or an accountant

I want to offer standard services to everyone in the society

Society: and so what?

I hope to take many kids off the streets

Ensure a hope for them and ensure they are educationally fit

Society: and so what?

Even though this terrain is not smiling

una mehn, I am just gonna keep keeping on

Society: and so what?

As a professional athlete I made sure I made my nation proud

I showed the competence and ability of Nigerians

Society: and so what?

I hope to ensure massive social support

Peradventure I rule my Nation I hope to raise many up

Society: and so what?

This is bane in our progress

In the Niger – area

The calamity of not appreciating the ideal

Has thrown us into shambles and bitter ordeals

We need to wake up

Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

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MY FATHER

Many framed men Hefty yet without course Many Huge men; many but yet not strong Many Daddies comes handy, yet not really Daddies But you my Father; you are out of this world Of the frame of a house set upon the hill which cannot be hidden A man brimming with daily tenacity Considerable yet wise A custodian of truth not lies Ever seen a structured entity with a structured approach; yeah that’s my Father Relentless as the Eagle strolls the skies for her eaglet in winter and summer Many men may refrain from the cold as a bane; yet in it, you toil, not issuing complain Spent time with you; never really seen your frowning face; still, u didn’t spare the cane Many men there is, yet a Good man is scarce But amongst the few; you aim for the stars @ ½ a century and 1 still bouncing like a boy I am certain you will reap many years in abundant Joy @Bolaji Olaniba (2019)

THE FATE IN OUR HANDS

In the mid 1960s Dinga area, the tension became as steam rising and oozing from boiling water in a kettle, the Just amalgamated newborn in; Dinga was like a baby learning how to walk, however, her case was as one with too many instructors; I could say more than 1 parent dictating the pattern of walk each deem as ideal for the young nation, eventually confusing the tender one. Ali Balrebe was 25 years old son of a Cleric in Northern Dinga, He had just returned from Academic sojourn in the United States of Alerica, after been schooled on Islamic rudiments from the age of 8 years old in Daure town of Northern Dinga, His father: though a staunch Islamic fundamentalist showed a little soft spot for western innovation and ideals secretly allowed his beloved son a trip to the west for academic enlightenment, a much-forbidden act by the Northern dinga society. On course, Ali was a student of Peace and conflict studies at the Howard University of Alerica. He gained insight i...

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