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By Muhammad Ajah(From his poem collection titled, “Man In The Mirror” This describes the nonage of man. It is followed by two other poems: A Benedict and Senility)

Celibacy you move in celerity

And do attain not so much celebrity

To who should be sent this my petition

When though learned you have less partition

This shape, were you me long ago!

And this, are you now my ego?

When then I was a suckling

And when I began dreaming

The gap not less than twelve

Plus two more years which halve

And that I have lived indeed

Now the time moves in less speed

Then I had power of imitation

And could easily be forced to cession

I had no grit to do what I wished

Or second chance I had or punished

Was I late to wake for my duty

That which between we young was rutty

I would hide behind the door and quickly

Do my prayers, the first most done duly

The rest of the day willingly follows

Though as young there are always petty rows

Nights come unexpectedly too soon

Unsatisfied I await next noon

I thought not much of tomorrow

And knew less of any sorrow

Which comes when this age is past

Or how far this world was vast

Celibacy, you've lost my energy

And forced me give less heed to reality

I thought the world is a bed of rose

Until now when there's no time to doze

Why can we under you not rule?

If one asks he's said to be fool

Though we're read and hold degrees

And have says in jamborees

I see it not youthful ambition

Not the event from that proportion

Nor that will to chase one by one

For you can't rule until you've born

Do you lead when you cannot lead?

Have you some people to give their need?

Can you so many mistakes withstand?

Can your mind be cut and quickly band?

Celibacy you are time for thrilling thoughts

Merely period for different daily sports

But a day or year is not enough

To pore and learn to be very less rough

Yet it's time to make for pass or fail

Also with tricks many risks impale

It's age of lust to do and not to do

Boundless valour for vice and for virtue

It's the roughest, most free part of life

Funs and addictions to what are rife

But these I hold for those spoon-fed

Not for my mates who have less-bread

As it's wanted, it cannot stay

Each day that comes does wave and say

I am gone and ever gone

And have kept what you have done

For the read who know how quick and short

How cruelly if one lays no effort

This life has robbed off men's celibacy

And one's tomorrow lies on fallacy

Fear that age because when you fear a thing

You take cares and caution your underling

It's the bases of hope, the fortress of future

One good bed you lie if you plan the structure

Now you know it, it is not all bad

Struggle with hope, the future will be glad

Never lose patience but have clearer sight

Whatever you sow won't grow over-night

Muhammad Ajah is a poet, writer, author, advocate of humanity and good governance based in Abuja. E-mail [email protected]

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