By Olakunmi Oluwabuyide
The rains are on sabbatical
The sun is on duty
Under this heat we perspire
Our strength easily expires
Out of our holes we groan
Our mouths filled with angst
moans
Has hell been set loose?
Or are the heavens on fire?
'Where is Lazarus?' we ask
'Open the floodgates', we cry
Pressure mounts...
Suddenly...
Someone has called a meeting
The clouds gather in the west
The sun suspended
The conference doors are
thrown open
The wind rushes in
Lightning strikes on
Thunder claps in excitement
Let the meeting begin
And a wet night gives birth to
a cold morning
What a relief!
Who called for this meeting?,
I ask myself
Thank God for the weather
Thank God whenever
Kunmi is currently a student
in the Nigerian Law School.
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