THE CROWN OF THE SOCIETIES

{An accolade for the literary world}

I stepped into the various field of learning.

They said, they are less than my demand.

How to meet my demand, I asked them?

Your need made of mirror, they responded.

   I continued with my sojourn,

On tarmac I stood, glancing at an effigy

But this is not a mirror, I told myself.

I talked to my leg to fire on.

How to get my need?

     Short distance to the effigy,

I saw literati’s works that were shinning,

In fact, I could see myself in it.

This is the mirror, I told myself.

The mirror turned me,

To the instrument of the societies.

Now, a bard of the societies,

Like a nightingale on the whites’ land.
                                                                   - M.B Oladosu