ODE: "STRIDA; THE PEN THAT BLEEDS" BY HERITAGE BABALOLA

I was not born an orator,

Nor knew I the path pen scrabbles;

Until I come in contact with this pen,

An half decades of years ago.

Speaking of it's vocality,

it speaks eloquently of seasonal quest,

Meeting the demands per time

Bringing dispose to the needs of the era.

Today, I remembered her emergence,

Like volcano, she erupted

Keeping up in relevancy,

Ensuring no slackness in it's quest.

Happy Birthday, STRIDA

_~ Ademola Stephen BABALOLA_

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- Nigeria

The poet persona celebrates the STRIDA Club at her 5th anniversary and appreciates the initiator for encouraging other members of the platform. The voice also gives deep appreciation to members of the platform, STRIDA.