Published September 1st, 2023
by Victoria Momodu
(Irrua, Edo State, Nigeria)
Oh, how funny it looks
How eager we were to become seniors
Praying and wishing time will run fast
Still it seems to pay no heed
Keeping our wishes alive, we would assure ourselves
One day that white will be ours
White – A sacred color, in the eyes of the juniors
A boundary between students
One that comes with power
A regalia that brings pride and authority
All that clouded our mind
When will we have it?
Now we are seniors
The regalia bestowed upon us
We enjoy the power; Now time runs fast
The day comes soon when the regalia will be put off
And we embark on a new journey
Suddenly we see everything in a new light
Now cherishing little things;
But the time is too short
Chatters that come from classes, etc.
That familiar classroom
New people we met at school are now family
School which was made home
Just the thought it will be no more
Suddenly we wish time will slow down
The feeling we still have lots to do
No. Time waits for no one.
Now we regret
And with a tear we say goodbye
Oh my school, oh my home.
Victoria Momodu: I wrote this poem at one of the lowest point in my life. While preparing for my SSSCE, I had to change schools. Topping up the fact that I will soon be leaving school, the fact that I was going to be separated from my friends got me thinking. At that moment, I actually saw the true beauty of being in school. The fact that I was about to leave it all hurt, a lot.
This poem is included in Poetry World #7, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Wax International:
And the Sky
by Mykyta Ryzhykh
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