~~|| The chronicles of northern students||~~
Under the scorching sun,far in the north
We wander afar like a hopeless child
We waggle the waist of tiredness
But passion and struggle keeps us moving
In a darkness of lightening thunder;
Our eyes giggle hopefully with wind that blows,
With storm that plays the cricket of running
Yet,we play our rugby like players of muay tie
"This is an arid land",we all sing everyday,
This is a dreaded battle;survival of the fittest
We succumb with both dialogue and monologue tune
And we end up;we must fight this war for peace is coming
We do change in colors as weather does in seasons
We wear different faces as days show different sides
"This is the hell fire of our paradise,we bark with monstrous voice
And we mingle with fortunate children in a roaring jungle.
As one cannot witness rainbow without rain
Success cannot be archived without struggling chronicles
If you lay down with dogs,you will get up with fleas
But behind a darkened sadness,there must be light of happiness.
We are children of north
We're leaders of tomorrow henceforth.
© Aduagba Agaka
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