Not on a date or a fly fishing trip
Along Offa road was where my desk was shipped
6 years I was sentenced to learn
There you stood ready and willing to have my butt whipped
‘Boda Bode is coming’ the code that makes me fly
To you sir I owe my punctuality
The reason I hate to be late for fights and flights
The pain of the four pronged horse whip still keeps me awake
In me you installed the program of responsibility
You will say the fish rots from the head
For you it’s a must that we make the best from life
In your office I was called to serve
My very first ‘job interview’ in life
With a smile you probed with a graze seeing potentials
It’s a little but I owe that much to you
I was a scout, a monitor and a prefect
Like you always say, I let SASS pass through me
Now that you have ‘fully retired’
the sting of the news of your departure across the seas,
Now that we sing the hymns and wipe our tears
with a heavy heart but grateful mien
I look at the past and it all makes a lot of sense
For every day you stood tall on JSS 3 Block
For every time a list is called for Mr. Babarinde to fix
Our future was on your mind from dusk to dawn
Oh! How I wish I could give a gun salute
Adieu dear principal, till we all meet at his feet.
Dedicated to Pa. O. Oyeyiola.
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