Am none but indigent.
JAMB has jammed again!
Now three years of no gain.
First, I played careless
While a season flew by.
Next, I prayed less,
There another rolled by.
This third but strong focus,
Why is another rolling by?
Have I soiled a beggar's garri?
Have I stolen in a hurry?
Have I laughed a blind witch?
Have I made any a ditch?
Why this reprimand rain
Of reproach and stain?
Why this gloom and pain
Draining my sweat in vain?
Better this a gleam
That I arise, it's but a dream.
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