In the past in Nigeria
Christmas was exciting...

It was his confirmation day,
The priest was fervent...

When I contemplate the ages past
And quiz the depths of life...

It is her wedding today,
The bridal maids have worn...

Round
Moist...

Your hands turn
because they are nimble...

My foes are all round me
Try to hem me in...

When I build castles in the air
I do not use cement...

Some days sink our spirits
Sombreness and gloom dog our heels...

Your thoughts are not too heavy for your heart
It is only foolery that makes it seem so...

I am looking directly at a beast;
My lecturer is a beast...

The first day of our week
Is my birthday...