After All Poem by Emmanuel Damilola Adeyemo

Research to nourish Africa
A dream she made her outcry,
Formal etiquettes and protocols are not in any way slack;
Staffs always on I.D. Cards and visitors on tags.

Her reputation, I can't compare,
Her name doesn't even need a repair.
A perfect citadel for my brains so teachable,
Where my theoretical plant breeding skills become practicable.

With joy, hope, faith and peace,
I set out for IITA with my mind at ease
And join my mates in the SIWES race;
Unfortunately, not all survived her selective maze.

Disappointed I lay, like an helpless ram,
All because I lack a ‘long arm'.
Bags packing on point
Cos I'm bent on going back to my joint.

Research to nourish Africa
A dream she made her outcry,
Formal etiquettes and protocols are not in any way slack;
Staffs always on I.D. Cards and visitors on tags.

Her reputation, I can't compare,
Her name doesn't even need a repair.
A perfect citadel for my brains so teachable,
Where my theoretical plant breeding skills become practicable.

With joy, hope, faith and peace,
I set out for IITA with my mind at ease
And join my mates in the SIWES race;
Unfortunately, not all survived her selective maze.

Disappointed I lay, like an helpless ram,
All because I lack a ‘long arm'.
Bags packing on point
Cos I'm bent on going back to my joint.