Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

I have lived in the Garden of books
Where the later we peruse like no other
Yet, with its inconceivable strain
No where to collect our gain.

With “B.A Hons” in grasp
We are to locate where to kick start a new life
Near and far are barricade
This is our own goods made.

Life can be tiring for graduates
Siesta has now been tagged our hubby
At times, we nap even within the lobby
Well, we are still bullish.

New breeds find themselves in depress
When heads are jobless
Kiddies in need of counseling
What Elders face are discouraging.

Where is the job, oh! where?
What can we do to get a job?
Head in tons glancing online to find a job
But all to no avail.

They say there is job for a B.sc holder
Now searching for a job when the age is older
We clamored for the labour market
But now we see the game in our flea market.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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