Tunji, who comes from Nigeria, is one of our new students this school year.
After watching the recent National Day Parade, he penned the following poem.
A vet by training, Tunji and his wife served as missionaries in the Seychelles for five years before coming to EAST.
Enjoy.
A Night of Colours
Date is 9th of August. The sun is just setting.
Waiting to see what the noise about the NDP is all about.
“Could it really surprise me?” I quietly wonder to myself.
“I don’t think so.”
One after another they filed out.
With the precision and the accuracy that the occasion demands. Soldiers, Navy, Air Force and the Police.
Even the Civilians were not left out.
All in their well tailored uniforms.
“Well, nothing new.”
Then the ruling class; the MPs, the cabinet. All in white.
It seems the day is a national pride.
But the best is yet to come.
Young and old; harnessing the power and the beauty of the elements of the water, earth, fire and sky; to produce a magnificent display that must have gulped thousands if not millions of not just $
but man-power and man-hours.
Nothing but amazing. Ecstatic. Breathtaking.
But beyond all that, it is nothing but human ingenuity;
harnessing the creativity that is in us
to produce such a splendid performance.
WOW! The human mind is capable.
New ways abound.
Possibilities is the word (Sorry, the theme).
The sights. The sound. The astronomical display.
The colours. The beauty. The fireworks. The glory.
If all these are the human mind at work,
How much more the “Mind of Christ”?
Then the curtain drops,
but not until fire and brim…(sorry, fireworks) fell
and then the final charge, subtly through a song:
“Will you dare to find new ways?”
