From Professor Rabiu Diary Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Death' too often is impolite
Strolls our corridors-
Dip dirt claw in joy
And sneak our plans
Teach death manners-
The ethics of knocking
And if occupant claims busy
Teach death to depart
To knock other times
Death' too often is miscreant
Pollutes our peace
Drinks our sweat
Steals our harvest
And damn our tents
Teach death- to ask
And when refuse get
To calm till age rots
And frail reach-
To remember saying
Of last to eat- eat most well
Death' too often characters disable
Dost blind and deaf along
The blooming rose- sinks in
Along sparkling star- ‘'cloudens''
Teach death to appreciate beauty
And not deafen to offers bequeathed
Do gold and riches accepts
How rich- death ‘d made you
Death too often with disdain
Dost not bench to wine
Nor yawn in ruse
O poor death disgust discourse
Perhaps- disable in reason also
Teach death to see brilliance
And mindful be to negotiations
I'd made death robe rainbow colors
And put learned ways- in'
How inventions easy could- duty
O poor death don't need skelter- helter
Teach death again- to see brilliance
And in course- spare intellects
Death too often is contradictory
Do reverence age not nor knowledge, beauty lure
Consuming whichever crosses
O lord- teach death to recognize child
And let em seeds grow in blooms and fruits
O lord- teach death to come when summoned
Not moment- soul mine plug transgression