Just From Ojoto Poem by *Tony Cemaluk Egbuonu

Academic years were counted, not papers, not impact.
Hard copy was demanded.
World visibility versions were deposited.

Clapping panels carved him out.
But a clamp was clamped for 'time'.
Time was used by God to multiply the harvest.

Piled works remain piled,
as if not harvested —
awaiting the Visioner
or the visioner's visionary products,
to envision the vision of the Visioner.

Now:
A Poet, Prominent also, from Ojoto stands. Strong together.

They could neither bury, nor burst, nor break.
What was derided — 'online' —
now decorates the online,
shining a name across the globe.

There is no waiting.
Just fulfillment.

Academic by profession.
Poet by grace.
Son of Ojoto by heritage.
Cemaluk by blood.
Child of God by covenant.
Before the protocols;
Heaven announced first.
To God's glory alone.