Generational Song 1990-2000
lazy lad The gong roared and he hissed, "these prefects at it again" Like an endangered mouse, he scuttled to the locker room. Choosing a cozy box hole he dozed off.. he dreamt himself, all alone in the dining hall....and all of a sudden! water was poured on him ah! ah!! why now ...he woke with a protest only then did he realized, someone innocently threw water from unwashed plates. "'Umh, eighty more days to go home", he yawned, 'please , just a cup of water", he begged trudging down to the bathroom still clad in yesterday's clothing He calls it Indian brushing enough to make the face and limbs shine while craw- craw ravishes his yansh and body odor oozes like rotten fish. He is the mighty lord of the dinning hall, defender of watery beans, champion of yam without stew, connoisseur of all that is chewable like burning sodium his eyes dilate remotely controlling the server's hand to drop the biggest piece in his bowl while others in total despair, sweat. it still remains a misery but it is quite obvious if he gets to class before midday he may develop epileptic seizure once, he did try 11:58 am precisely he had to leave in a rush scratching his body like someone under the spell of werepe still he must not be in the class for the last lecture of the day the time his business most strives He is a courier agent -dealing in pots of food. His profit is in the extra plates negotiated with lazy cooks, no wonder he doesn't bother about lunch! Siesta is the best time of the day, for he will quip "all work and no rest earns a busy man a stroke of death". Thus, he spends the term and when vacation day comes he walks a sad man with a red colored report sheet of his business activities. Generational Songs 1990-2000 olubunmi@isinkaye.comBack to My Homepage