Oftentimes I'm caught in toils
Crawling the surface of the earth
Like a lizard on the boulders
Of the Jos plateau.
It is the same old story
Of my destiny improvised
A centaur in human nature
And a slave to existence
Even that
That is bestowed freely
Deserves prayers to earn.
I am here
Not triumphed neither defeated
On the tangent of life
Every passing day a bonus.
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