A GULF BETWEEN

Oh my love!

The thought of getting to you

makes me come alive.

But I hear of the waylaying marauders

on the road that leads to you,

Tell me; is it safe to come now?

Years ago As our time elapsed,

We headed out Plying that same dreaded bye pass

With our degree in hands Gleefully,

we strode into the market place of life

Made conquest in every sense

But I recall you were the nest where I was readied for life,

Longing to see the human fountains that watered us

Yes, we drank our fill from them all

I even hear how unjustly the government treats them now

Unfair wages, working conditions and all Is it true?

Tell me, does these places still exist?

NFA

Hostel

Pavilion

Library

Socket works

Mama Warri

Sports Complex

FASS

FESS

and LAW,

I hear you are more beautiful than 15 years ago my love.

Not even pictures of you on the internet can suffice.

I want to behold your beauty.

Echoes of names;

Mr. Emma Eregare

Mr. Aluede Madam Iyeh,

Nights of being formed in rehearsals,

Days of being chiselled in classes…

Endless memories,

Play Play theatre,

Agitpropaganda

Folkism

Total Theatre…

Oh my love!

Though I yearn to journey to see you

But there’s a painful gulf in between I am wary of the waylaying marauders on the road to you.

-Joseph Onyeanu ( An alumnus laments on how thoughts of the bandits on the highway hampers a visit to his alma mata).

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