February 1971



A day like every other day
Well, so you thought
An activist, so you were
Fighting for students’ rights your goal
Student welfarism, your life
On February 1st 1971
Oh! That wicked day
You stood from your bed never to lie on it again
Who knew you were never going to lie down on a cool and cozy bed
Except in the grave
Not even you
If you had known what would happen!
Oh! That day
The flowers nodded, the wind howled
Were they trying to tell you something?
Or just doing their natural calling
Nobody knows
Death laid its cold and icy hands on you
It put a period to your endeavours
That sudden moment
When the gun was fired and the bullet wheezed by
Looking for someone to end
Alas! It got to you
You fell on that day for welfarism to rise
You paid the ultimate price for our enjoyment
You died in the struggle for better welfare services to students
Oh! What an irony of life
You fought for a cause you never knew you wouldn’t enjoy
You called for freedom against oppression, victimisation and injustice of students
The news of your painful demise was like dagger to your parents’ fragile hearts
Kunle! An hero in life and death
Why does death claim the good and innocent ones?
You came, you saw and you conquered.
You died for us
Didn’t mean you loved yourself less but you loved us more
Kunle Adepeju, continue to rest in peace.

-Funmilayo Agbajelola
First published at: ucjui.com

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