my khaki chronicles,a brief.

Nnde mwo o!
first thing i learnt
when i got here in the name of national service
it was just like yesterday,
the first time here
when i shudder to tarry.
12 months my clock ticked
now to buckle,i weary.
go imust for this chapter
must end,another must begin.
hum...nostalgia.

To the Tower,
you it was who first warmed my
welcome as Mission Hill took turn.
In my Khaki,i trecked the lenght of Abia
and sweet tales you've told i hold piously.

Abia,the words "thank you"
has again fail to convey
my heart felt gratitude to your
sons and daughters for the last 12 months

Now its time.
if ones' house is as small as the
match box,to it one shall for
home is home.
months are gone ,weeks,days
i ave counted.
i count now only hours.
Hum....this moment is best
mirrored in the aged long
Yoruba proverb of the
salt and fart.

Time to say no more
but goodbye.
goodbye art c
goodbye ministry of information
goodbye mrs.Obasi
goodbye madam onyin
bye z.i(nkechi)
bye monthly clearance
bye Igbere
bye umuahia
bye zealeous,cheta,chinwe(to mention a few)
bye tower
fellow brodas in khaki
"Egbue belogo belu......."
nothing will stop us
as we leave to meet our tommorrow.
.........."KACHI FO NU"
I CAME, I KHAKIED I CONQUERD.