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Muse: Young Lion

I like to think myself as a young lion

Traveling the great grassland

With no fear or foe

But courage and wisdom

I like to think myself an umbrella

Floating above the firmaments

Wrapping my warm tentacles

About the cold, weak and lonely

I like to think myself as the rain

That flood the fertile valley

So that in the sunny morning

The young grass may rejoice!

I like to think myself as a tribal chief

One who holds peace, justice

And truth as the sole title

So that my people may be free!

I like to think myself as an idea to come

Though it may have tarried

But when it shall manifest

May my Africa know abundant joy!

By Oke Iroegbu

Finance Graduate, Bibliophile and Bard of Ovim, his hometown. Read more at www.oiroegbu.com/about

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