By Azeezah Olatunde
Today, I see uniforms running, for
8’o clock should not be missed.
Book stores became a cube of sugar
That ants come to patronize.
Today, I heard lips murmuring
The National anthem,
Like it was forced out of their lungs.
The ambiance of the assembly was dull.
They will miss the freedom
They have been digesting.
But mama has longed for them
To be caged in this four walls of knowledge.
Mama made it sail and sink into their minds,
That their freedom is coming
To an end.She lamented that
books should be their best friend.
Now D-Day is today.
© Azeezah Olatunde (PenTalks)