Through the window, I looked far down
The society I saw was that born of votaries
I could not fathom the cause of this cataclysm
A world where the cock could moo
Morals and tenets are six feet down
As the wind took a swipe at the full moon
The superstars jog my memory
Those who turned the hands of the clock
Here I am, roaming the streets, the net and to the lectern
But I couldn’t change the world
The triumph of the these icons marvelled me
Certainly wiki can’t explain this
They lived when the state of affairs was far worse
But restored situation to normal
Alas! Today is a reverse of the finished job
I came out of my old ladder-back
Then I ambled along the passage, dimly lit by the moon’s echo
Crossed the threshold of the reading room
Like a soldier in a slow march, I walked round the shelves
Trying to make out the mystery, I lifted a book
As I wrap up the first page,
I heard a mumble from my heart, then I pin my ears back at it
If this will make clear the problem
Oh my! I’m going to be like the superstars.
My heart declares:
Not even the skyscrapers were built from the sky
All buildings have their plinth in the earth
That supports them at any height
The thing that lacks a good base will soon wane
That’s the focus of the one with big name
The superstars never traded Gold for bronze!
When fire is the topic, the teacher may mar the class
By burning the books to show the class
What’s the essence of an exemplar?
When the focal source of knowledge will be lost
Oh! Man, you don’t fetch the well water with a basket
Yea! The source is right but the method is wrong
The cub learns before it roars…
And will never learn that from a dog
Be sure to learn right and share it the right way.
Oh man, don’t you observe?
Mother hen breaks the grain for her chicks
And she will never break the stone for them
Yea! The superstars made it, by grooming their offspring
Know! With the best legacy, that’s knowledge.
I felt a soft tap on my back,
Gosh! I’ve been dreaming in the class
The teacher asked: what’s the component of the earth?
I said: “Earth, had received honoured guests”
Our salaf the superstars… The ideal Models!
By: Siddiq Oyelami
Published in At-Tarbiyyah Magazine(1st Edition)