Some things sing out our differences,
Adding flavours to our injuries.
Some things test high our unity,
Deeply dying in the rift of time.
Some things print out our parting,
Falling in the follies of being foes
Of our own little selves,
Like little tempting theatricals,
Barking at their own former selves.
Some things are secretly betraying our image,
Like the shyness of our twinkling stars,
Wasting in the Nile of oblivion.
Some things hew out our naira,
Scraping off our common purse.
But some love will ever lift our oneness
Into the terrains of perfect appendage,
Rising up to the zenith.
OJO OYEYEMI J. (2003)
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