OMOLUABI
I will run like a wind around you,
Though I may seem irritating.
But indispensable: with or witho't,
In season and out of season.
Women lose me and lack honour,
Kings embrace me for respect.
Judges have me only for integrity
Men that have me have long life.
Household without me divides,
Those by my side stand forever.
Hospitality is my own hospital,
Charity is my personal prison yard.
The temple of man is my regalia,
Yet, stripping to nude, the stupid.
My instruction is ever once given,
My reward is ever continuous.
No other tongue spells me better,
No creed or race explains indepth.
I cannot be bought with money,
But commands wealth by virtue.
Who on earth unravel' my identity
Or whose guile can flush my stand
I am Omoluabi
A character of a total human!
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