One of the madness in Obafemi Awolowo University and its headquaters, Awo Halls of Residence

(From an aggrieved Awo boy)

By Paul Bushman

Tribute to you Olomi Oke;

The giver of the oily rain

That deflects from my shirt to the drain,

I stand to offer you my prostrations

Even though you feed me frustrations.

Olomi Oke,

My voice has been stretched to strain

And my anger I can no more feign

As you have chosen to make my tear drops dry in vain,

You rain water in torrents on us

Without rue, without remorse;

You give us an attitude from your altitude

And urge us to change the magnitude of our latitudes

With your “kuro n be”

Instead of a sincere” e pele o”.


Olomi Oke,

Tori o wa loke,

You change the ground of our floor

From an ocean shore to an ocean store;

“Iwo ni o je ki omi mi kanle”, you say

Your “Sir Kazeem” is well understood by us

But enough is enough

Of coping with your “stuff”,

My shirt has been graced with your grease

And you have found bliss in making me hiss

So I write this piece with an undertone of war

For your waters have wet my soul to its core.

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