A Song For Adorable British College Enugu

My adorable academic sanctuary,
My big citadel of intellectual prowess,
where ignorance is consigned to an ossuary
for the once inherent and nagging backwardness.
Any who treads your academic trajectory
is numbered with the doyen of enlightened ones.
Your young proteges will attain greatness in turns,
as they soar to heights propelled by dexterity.
Adorable, My adorable, the beauty
of a great standard most valuable and priceless.
Offering hope to the intellectually bereft
and light to the educationally inept.
Adorable, adorable the most esteemed
of all institutions as generally deemed.
Ever swift to render unparalleled service,
making a genius once considered a novice.

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Joseph Ogbonna is a prolific Nigerian poet.Hewas born on the 1st of may 1975 in the Nigerian commercial capital of Lagos.He has published two volumes of poetry and a novel, currently on sale in Amazon, Barnes and noble, authorhouse and other bookshops around the World.Joseph is a lover of classical music and opera, and loves to read the Bible and literary works of metaphysical poets.He resides in Enugu, South-East Nigeria
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