The Road Seems Longer Poem by Ransom Ossy

A five-year journey taking longer than expected.
My stay in here has lingered than I intended.
'Are you not through yet'?
Is one question that I hate.
Yes, I should have been through.
But unjustly, it's long overdue.

Five years ago it was all too rosy.
Five years later it gets me feeling muzzy.
Muzzy cos I gat no much 'water in my cup'.
Dried by the Decision of 'Ogas at the top'
Everyone is tired and infact I am weak.
Expectation has been postponed and so my heart is sick.

Peering into the future, I see a light dim and bleak.
More like the Aso-rock villa sustaining a leak.
May I ask 'is there still light @ d end of d tunnel? .
Can one pure out water from a can using a funnel?
Light at the end of the tunnel has been blown off
'Ogas at the top' with no conscience and no love

My school ID has just a month more to live.
My rent is due and landlord asked me to leave.
My final exam is uncertain as to day and year.
My mates are now working and I'm still here.
My heart is red-swollen on whom should I vent my rage?
When I finally get this cert, wud it be more than a page?


Asup is stricking.
Government is not willing.
Their carefreeness trigers my anger.
The road is now longer.
Time is wasting.
And believe me, boys are not smiling...