Panic not, child, when you come,
"Chronicles of the foetus by Babatunde Adewale Sunday"
Panic not, child, when you come..Our domiciliary is clean..
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For the land is green
And its shadow is black like mum;
Our domiciliary is clean.
Panic not, child, when you come,
For the rosary loose, beads hold
And our ancestors' chant will transform;
Our pulchritude glowing than furnished gold.
Panic not, child, when you come,
For the Kindred's adhered fate
And the capricious defile no norm;
Our eccentric binary slate.
Panic not, child, when you come,
For the unity will aide our tongue to parle
And chase all simians to our reform
Our comrades verge a triumphant sail.
Babatunde Adewale Sunday is a 400-level student of the Department of English and Literary Studies, Faculty of Arts, Ekiti State University, Ado-Ekiti, Ekiti State.
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