Comments about Olamide Onakoya
Just like the journey on a ship, it takes time.
leaving home for the dockside, everyone saying their byes.
Off the shore, the journey begins.
leaving a dark room & back to the dark room,
your first time on a ship, in fear you boom,
In ecstasy, you roam about having a look,
Back to the room, you grabbed a book.
Days have gone by & we all have a routine,
Even if ample of us routine is nothing,
you gloomy or beaming, the ship is moving,
so is the time. ticking!
Some are carried away by the storm & waves,
Pretending we were on a ship ...