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Apr 2019
Seated in a half circle,
Around their recycled leader
Men and women of ignominious calibre,
Ruminating over matters of state;

Out of touch minds,
Ancient recluse,
Trapped in stone age idiosyncrasies,
Blind to present shifting paradigm;

Six decades of backwardness,
Circular movement without advancement,
Left behind by peers,
Now poverty capital of the world.
Nigeria boasts of professors aplenty but nothing tangible to show in terms of development.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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   Gods1son
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