Where Our Tests Lies Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Who is my hero?
He is the man there
Feeding those malnourished kids-
Yes my hero- that tired nurse in dark
Helping those poor women to delivery
Yes my hero- the teacher in that village
Forgotten by her fine students abroad
Yet molding on the lives of those urchins

Who is my hero?
He is the man there- bathing the flowers
He brings me smile and calls my scars
-The cause of my beauty
O tis that man- that one in glorious rags
He carries me on his back- not in a Ferrari
See him- he doesn't have a bicycle even

All he has- be his good heart- for all
Yes like him- we all are created special
All they have- be their good heart- for all
From them I know- we shine differently
-Some are like the sun
Lesser than the stars-
Yet noisy
Tis our dark truly- our test lies