Zainab Oluwafunbi Daud Poems

The Priceless Prize

Who is my priceless prize?
My one and only precious stone
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Life is like a dream that's
full of sad-joy that leaks.
The
Life is crazy & unpredictable,
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Our parents are not getting younger.

Grey birds sit on my parent's mane
They wear agedness on their face
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On July 10,
A day like any other for my papa and Mama
An exquisite star was born.
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My teacher;
You taught me right doings from wrongdoings.

Like the lioness, I become
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Will I surely miss my bond?

I remember the time not quite long ago
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My Teachers

My teachers are like shepherds
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And, In The End, We'll Die

My ancestors have gone home to rest
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My beloved Grandma,

You're gone
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The season of election paints Unilorin blue.
A season where promises bloom into fading flames
And propaganda's drum speaks vote for me.
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