Monday, 17 March 2014

Sober Reflections by Aladeloba Babatunde

Dear Mama i know you must be in tears,
You enthroned me in Grace as I exited home,
It was in a bid for financial salvation,
Tired of  burden of dependency,

The crowd volume skipped my heart,
But struggle was a trademark,
I squeezed my way into the path of victory,
But i came into the terrace of rest,

There came a conquering stifle, drenched in my gasp for breath,
It was sweat and blood,
I hit the floor in voiceless screams,

Help itself was forsaken, then i arose
But in a new, distant world,
I screamed but you cant hear,
I outstretched but you cant hold,

I see you hold on to my pictures,
Memories racing through your mind,
You refuse to be placated,
Take a tissue and wipe your tears,


Hope u forgive my recruiters,
And hold no grudge towards help,
I was lost in a bid for victory,
I was just a sacrificial Lamb.


Dedicated to the lost lives @ the NIS recruitment test stampede.
Aladeloba Babatunde
Twitter: @aladeniking

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