City boy

Once upon a pair of TikTok and Twitter accounts,

There lived a lad in a country under the azure skyway,

Where people of may walk on the highway of victory,

Below it is the golden lagoon larger than Murray's.

Which roar triumphs after years of oppression.

By its independence, her denizens rose against every aggression.

The lad lived in oak woods,

Where citizens indulge in reveries of beautiful airways.

He was the beloved of all the city girls;

The blood of every party.

Never a dull moment with him.

No one shilly-shallies like he does because there's tomorrow,

He dilly-dallies every enterprise till he becomes the king of procrastination.

Tomorrow he will lead the way for all to follow. But for now, he shall reign in majesty.

When his peers accosted him that his train was moving backward while theirs was

Going forward. He pitied them, they were blind." What a sad way to live life?" He would

Always say, "has there ever been a time hard work pays?"

Is not that he is not hardworking, or he doesn't have ambitions like his peers. But they are blind

And jealous of him. He will be king tomorrow. There's time.

"Everyone of 'em suckers will come genuflecting to me, and I'm going to take 'em canes and whup their asses" He consoles himself.

Tomorrow is there he will work when it is time.

Tomorrow is there he will build his business and become a billionaire.

Tomorrow is there he will build an empire.

Tomorrow is there he will be settled and marry a beautiful wife.

Tomorrow he will be king.

He would have become the king of his generation because he was destined for greatness.

But his long-lived dream of coronation never came to fruition.

He never saw his tomorrow

His tomorrow died yesterday.

On his gravestone were engraved the most inscrutable words ever pen by mortals:

Died at 18 buried at 50.

Survived by debts and regrets.

Olushola Oludotun.