The Champion Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Watch the way he danced
He raised his hands up and
Swept the sand of the ground very elated.
He measured his dancing steps with his joy and laughter
Then the crowed cheered and lifted him up
High above the tress in amazement.
The talking drums and the gongs boomed in agreement to his bravery and guts.
He had made it, he had won a medal
Which seems impossible in the eyes of many
With the spirit of a hero, he dismantled fear
and ceased the air from existing
Then he uphold the spirit of focus and determination
And emerged as the man of the moment.
Then he ran, and the grasses respected his foot steps
Honoured his wills when others retreated in their
Bed snoring provokingly in the heat of the game.
'he made it, he made it' all exclaimed in joy.
He could not hold back his spirit but allowed it to popped
out and rejoice.
He welcomed the new rain of kisses and hugs from
Strangers, kings, and queens who once rejected him
In their palace because he smell like a nobody.
The spirit of guilt caught them in the web,
He made it with the spirit of Nigeria.
The black spirit so natural and goal oriented.
Before, he was hated by many but now he is
The love of many, the irony of life remains its irony.