Many fetuses had come and gone
But not until when he was born.
There was no hope he would stay
But he stay'd and made his way.
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At nine he fetch'd and traded firewood
To aid his peniless and bereft livelihood.
At twenty, poverty was forgotten soon
At thirty, he had become a tycoon.
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Like everyone, he had done evils and good;
He was fair to the poor as he could.
He involved in politics and he did fall
And was kill'd b'cause he was loved by all.
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The memories of MKO and June 12 still linger in the minds of many Nigerians. I still remember the slogan - MKO IS OUR MAN. A good tribute to a great patriot. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.