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ODO EMENAM ( NEVER AGAIN)


I cautioned him well But to the wind it fell Gliding through life On the very fast lane You kept asking God Your sins to forgive For only through this belief Could you get relief You feared nothing Boasting before death itself, An inevitable end, Now you fear to meet. His smile was faint, And far and brief, His love for life Has been cut short, By the care free life, He led in the past. His falling hairs And emaciating limbs, Feeble and frail cavern eyes, Looking into the future. You heaved loud sighs, Death is so sure, And you wished for a cure. Now in the face of death, He placed himself, Right on the cross, And nailed it still, by himself, He was ignorantly gross. A one night stand, Was all he sought, An everlasting grieving wand, In return it brought. That one night stand, Did last the rounds. But the AIDS he got from town, Has spoilt the crown. Take my sympathy, I share of your pain, As your life draws lame. Oh fare theewell, My friend i yell. Equipped with a condom Before caution and freedom. You chose flesh so fresh. As i spin this yarn, To humanity i warn, Be careful and cautious, To attain true freedom, Take to safe sex measures, And use a condom. For HIV is a beast, Taking my bossom friend, In its blood hound hands. My friend bed ridden, Would cry all night awake Death in the offing, His life to take. A song of sorrow, He'll sing and sing. With the thought of tomorrow, To his bed he'll sadly cling. Song after song, He cried and cried, And i wept along. All i could give Were words of hope alive As doctors and nurses Watched in vain How his life would shortly be sniffed amain. He bade me goodbye Before he would die And left to me These lasting words Try as hard Not to be like me Let life be full of aims And creative goals For nothing can be so beautiful Like the wealth of healthy souls Goodbye my friend I stammered in tears For even in death I loved him still.
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