The Beginning And The End Poem by Hashim Hamzat

With the gown cassock I was given and a white stocken that was stolen
A hall that was crowded by strange people and pews so narrow like the door to heaven
I shaped myself in an attire of an immaculated matriculated habitude.
I was subdued by the haphazard appraisal of some good men of boon.
That was all about my induction as a student in my school.


Silence pushes the ugliness of failure far from me as i begins with an atmosphere that is free from besmirched.
I started like a molehill which i blissfully nurtured to the mountain it turn out to be.
A quest that at first appears like a hell which was later blessed and anointed from the beginning to the end like the chronicle of the sun as she journey from the east to the west with contempt.
A citadel where I was told to learn anything given to me either by the headmaster nor the headmistress.
Where my mummy invested her money and her wimpy penny just to see that I become a successful qualified personnel and best in my field of firmament.
Hear I am at the zenith of my conquest
Conquering the last culprit of my predicament
Holding the breast that brings out milk honey and success
Riding on a chariot with pirouette and with automatic GPS that travels across all continents.
May Almighty God bless and protect him from foes and opponents.
May he prevail all over them till the end. Amen.
And the story is still been written.