The Story of Struggle

Let’s voice out a deafening glee!
Let it soar to the firmament skin!
From a battlefield, we have triumphed,
a battlefield armoured with a multitude of stairs
that makes vigour cry for glucose.
And there, resides a covetous sun,
fetching out sweat from our glands.

Eternal sitting on a coarse pavement
chronicling bulky verses—
Eluding a mouth—
was a torment to the spine.
bellies suffered to catch early classes
when our breakfasts morphed into lunches or suppers.

Like bats, dwelling in our scholarly arena,
sleeps were catapulted;
our sleepless nights,on occasion,
painted portals in blood
and “Oh Hey You, I did my best!”, escaped the holes of our mouths.
a glimpse of fire’s totem, made us shiver,
even a “Shana” —who sparks like fire—once lost his steps.

Indeed, we emerged from a world whose motto says: “For……………THE STRUGGLE!”.

With Struggle comes Strength and Strength birth Victory.

Aderibigbe Hikmah

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