A Gift Of Love Poem by Jude Ogunade

High up on a stony road
Levelled by gravels' marble
Sits a citadel of love
A gift from heaven above.

Kuti was once its mentor
Sadare's mind thought it out
Gansallo's pouch kept it safe
Now its teat suckle thousands.

Now and then the gong sounded
As the calabash called all
As the 'vision bringeth all'
To live, learn and give all love.

As the honey healed many
Many become glorious tools
In the annals of the earth
Gently serving with true hearts.

NON NOBIS DOMINE
Always the song and the gong
NOT UNTO US, OH! JESU!
You own our hands, heads and hearts!

Adedeji crossed my path
The path that made me at Jogs
Nights of studies, tears and sighs
At the citadel of love!

Knowledge for us all to pluck
New nectar each day to suck
Jogs nurtured my mind to love
My gift from heaven above.

Jude Ogunade (Obuasi, Ghana,2018)