Welcome To My Abode Poem by Emmanuel Ayeni

Hurray! we've got Grads selling water on the street
‎you know, that degree in education was just a sweet treat
‎Who needs a classroom when you can hawk with finesse?
‎Not like they trained for years to educate, no stress!
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‎My abode, my grads are crushing it, riding keke with pride
‎No need for that 9 to 5, when you can ride and glide
‎If you're extra lucky, you might even get to fry
‎Puff puff for the masses, that degree wasn't worth the try
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‎My abode, Blur priorities, skills don't matter much
‎educated and skilled, now sell plantain or such
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‎My abode, peacocks feast on gold while ants juggle garri,
‎electricity's promised, yet billions build solar for the Villa,
‎funny abode, light shines only on the mighty.
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‎My abode, thinking of visiting?
‎forget not to bring your couch of humor,
‎and a healthy dose of sarcasm
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