Sir Ezekiel Ukpoma Uwabor memory

08-01 2022 09:49 wrote:

There will always be hands that molds Potters of destinies Gift from the celestial Shapers of glories And you stand tall amongst them I will not be here without your spur A man that is an enigma Calm like the iconic peace Stills of our troubled souls Steadier of our restlessness Ensign of the youthful age You were a father figure Brooding over our cocooned destinies Breathing into our lifelessness To make us envies of our kind In this turbulent existence Rest on great sage Rest on great father Rest on our esteemed principal Rest on mould and mold of my glory

08-01 2022 09:49 wrote:

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