School Life Poem by amarachi Ossaji

I go to school on weekdays to learn
But my schoolmates think other wise
On Monday uche argues with a teacher,
On Tuesday we're flogged,
On Wednesday segun injures in mate,
On Thursday there is peace in school,
On Friday the principal and teachers all leave school and students are left to fight

So I ask myself everyday
Are we being trained for war?
Are we happy to learn?
Do we want to prosper?
These thoughts ring in my ear
Like the morning bell.
Then I come to the conclusion,
Not everyone is born to learn, not everyone will be leaders of tomorrow.

When my school mates and I reunite
Five years later, I became a writer
One became a teacher
another a banker, taxi driver and we even had a politician.
But the most brilliant among us peter,
Became the chairman of touts at Yaba.
So my theory from five years ago was right,
School wasn't built for everyone.