The Blues Poem by Abubakar Mohammed Musa

Grew together as a glue,
Studying and learning in crew,
and fighting like shrew,
Buying food and drinks in queue,
Now became Manque,
Learned one to ten and A to Q,
Heads expanded brains blew.

Remembered the first step,
In the school I firstly stepped,
Vernacular everyday was what I made,
Mates mockery was what they made,
Studies went on lessons frozen in head,
Colloquialism no more British in head,
First term I Second, Khadijah Abubakar Sa'idu First,
Second term Khadijah Abubakar Sa'idu Second, I First.

Consecutively third term first overall I took,
Days after days studies didn't crook,
In primary I became a good paradigm,
Maestro was what I was framed,
Placid I was that's why I got umpteen pals.

We concentrated now we are products,
Some of us forgot the time we were in blue and white,
But to me I still love white,
I like it because it's comely,
However, I wore it willy-nilly,
So we were and are the blues,
We will be managing it as crews.