TRIBUTE TO OUR MISS’

For:

 No soul have you wronged

But:

 Your hope has been roped with offence

For:

 Your brain has been thinking of the rain, that would water your grain

But:

Now, your home has been drained and replaced with pain

For:

Your face was laced with gaze of race of fame

But:

Now replaced with fear and tear

For:

Mallam want you in dar’ salaam,

Aboki want you in Brooklyn

Umul want you in Umuahia

But:              

Now through Sambisa

You are no more in sight

It is 365days that you have been dragged out

And our eyes have since swell out

For:

Your vacuum was left out

When air of the new season blew out

Our  advice to you, is to try any luck to get out

Even if it is going to be through a FACE-OUT                                                                                                       

Copyright: Octomed foundation 2015