M. K. O. Abiola Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Many fetuses had come and gone
But not until when he was born.
There was no hope he would stay
But he stay'd and made his way.
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At nine he fetch'd and traded firewood
To aid his peniless and bereft livelihood.
At twenty, poverty was forgotten soon
At thirty, he had become a tycoon.
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Like everyone, he had done evils and good;
He was fair to the poor as he could.
He involved in politics and he did fall
And was kill'd b'cause he was loved by all.