The Land That Has The Sands Of Time [The NYSC Chronology from the Literary Shrine (Day 18) ]
I cuddled my pillows
Even as I heard the biggle
I never wanted to listen Sinach
Display of soft backsides on my head, Ukwu-Wanyi-Owerri; See nyash.
My focus was on the Land
that has the Sands of Time
I want to step on it and mime.
Just in case
You’re in same race
If you stride
On it before me, give me a ride.
N.B: Not a poem. Just bunch of lines.
SIR A-ONE chronological inkings of the pains and gains at IMO State NYSC Orientation Camp.