Emeritus Professor Ayo Banjo Seasons come, seasons goBut your virtues remain steadyUntouched by passing fancies Below is a slightly amended versionOf my ode to the TeacherTwo remarkable decades ago…. * Old teachers never die;They simply wax wiser with passing moons…Old teachers never die The wine of age is winking in your glass,Sip it in style;Sip … Read more
A crater in the ground and a devastated neighbourhood following the explosion in Ibadan. NIGHT OF HORROR* (When a cache of mine-size dynamite lives in a neighbourhood bedroom) I The year was young Our woes were oldThe day plodded to a dusty twilight Unfazed by the harmattan hassle Then came the … Read more
ODE TO KINDNESS (For World Kindness Day)* Let the sun break out todayFrom the bluest corner of its sky Let houses throw open their doorsTo the street and its endless banters Let the lion retract its clawsAnd embrace the lamb Let the viper swallow its venomAnd coil into a harmless bundle Extend a … Read more
