'Omo Na Bouncing' - Poem by Dare Onadele
I wrote a poem for you,
That when you feel blue,
On that particular day noon,
I asked of you and knew,
Your bone was feeble,
And your skin was pale.
Straight I went to kneel.
With my eyes up to the hill,
Joining hands above my waist.
I prayed to God that can redeem,
To heal Bayo heading class-team,
And his body not to be a waste.
Now I'm happy to see you lean
On this tree that I can see.
Though it shows you now look slim
Death not taking your sports dream
Even when it posed its darkness gleam.
Glory be to God you are still standing
Your body fat got fried through heating,
You prove to be 'Omo Na Bouncing.'
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