Treasure Island

kehinde Olushola


education


education is life
education is famous in the society
education is the best car of prestige
a prestige that can not be forcefully taken away
the rich taste from it and became wise
the poor taste from it and became rich
oh education the mother of all profession
let's get rid of ignorance in africa
oh education what a name you are
education is the best legacy
education is the best car of prestige.

Submitted: Saturday, June 09, 2012

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it is all about education, in the olden days the african's is full of ignorance and i wish to urge the african's to leave the state of ignorance and dine with education because there is nothing like education, ignorance is a bad omen in the society.

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