"Chronicles of the foetus by Babatunde Adewale Sunday"

Panic not, child, when you come,

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.