A Dirge to my Old Semester

A Dirge to my Old Semester

I peregrinated to the land of my ancestors

When I heard you are sick

I never knew it was true

Until when Timtec pasted their diagnostic result

It was so sad that you are suffering from such an ailment

You suffered from senile dementia

Without sanctity from mild ailments

Mild ailments encoded with 101,201,301,401,501 and others

We tried helping you but we could not

Rather,we can only arrange a befitting home for you

So as to get you the befitting eternal home

Inever cease raising my voice unto the lord

From the morning of everyday

I make Nimbe Adedipe Library my abode

So that my semester would be happily lifted above

My sittingin the library would not have been so long

Onlyif I had the chance of attending classes

But who am I amidst transportation imbroglio

Who am I when my lecture halls can only accommodate 50% of us

Who am I when the projectors in my lecture halls will not project but rather reject the slide

Who am I when I use every day to download courseware on my computer system and I would not be able to access it due power instability

I don’t have choice

Yes I don’t have choice

Idon’t have choice

Rather than sit my ass for an unending period

To peruse my book lest I peruse failure

So that my semester would have a befitting end

Preparation is endless and so long

So as to be fortified before entering the strong room

Where my success is entangled to an object of artificial intelligence

Oh my GOD!

I have sacrificed enough for my deceased semester

So that it would be reborn

In the new flesh that bears the name ‘’second’’

And not in the flesh called carry-over

Oh my darling semester!

How I wish you send me a signal

That is distinct as ‘A’

And very excellent as ‘B’