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Born To Be...

Zealous burning passion
Immeasurable and unquatified
Who can stay so strong, so long without food
Yet gets filled and never frail for a whole day?
Even in his lack, he has a coin or a bread or a cup
To spare for his wards...
He wears his only cloth, he sees his infant ward running nose
He cleans his nose with his shirt for he lacked a handkerchief
He tries to take a walk, he sees an infant ward crying, in wait for his parents
He knows without being told that she is starving

A naira he had saved so much with care denying himself many
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Born To Be...
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Life of a school teacher
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