HOW TIME FLIES
In honour of Nelson Mandela
Ninety four years ago, We gathered to celebrate After running helter-skelter To ensure the safe delivery of a Messiah, Who was christened in low key, Unaware that his legacy bangs.
How time flies! When oppression negated his philosophy, in gaol he landed. Twenty-Seven years he spent Building a dream come true.
How time flies! Messianic feat achieved, Consequential records appear. Health is wealth; Death is wreath.
How time flies! Showing restoration to the afflicted, Selfless for selfishness, Hoped for the hopeless.
How time flies! Battling "prisonmalaria," Best hands employed. The coldest hand steals. Congratulations for your freedom From true imperialists of salubrity. My tears flood the universe for the exit of a colossus. Nelson Mandela. My drive! How time flies!
Tosin writes under the name Ajekunrin of Africa — poems, plays, and essays about home, distance, and what gets left behind.
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