June 17, 2016 at 5:16 pm

IF WE PRAISE THE SUGARCANE FOR ITS
SWEETNESS, SO WE SHOULD THE RIVERBANK AS
WELL
The sugarcane, to those who eat or can eat it is a
sweet Agricultural product. In fact, it’s natural
taste is no class with that of a branded or refined
sugar. Sugarcane is a cane from which sugat is
made. No student loves coming within sight with
a cane and neither are they in anyway
comfortable at the mention of it. But they dance
and tender their tender palm to have the
sugarcane.
However, it is painful how many people
appreciate the sweetness of the sugarcane but
live at the dispraise of the riverbank. How
discouraging we could be as humans each time
we shower all the praises in the world on the
sweet cane but then fail to in the least lend some
mention of credit to its riverbank.
The riverbank no doubt, is a provider of the
needed platform (both soil, water and organic
material) for the growth of the sugarcane.
Said in other words, the river bank is to the
sugarcane what a spring is to the river. And you
know, a river dares not neglect its spring as if it
does, its enroute a venture to spring no more.
that of the sugarcane and the riverbank as just
mentioned. ,
is the riverbank.
You may take my little little success from birth till
now as the sweetness of the sugarcane. Without
waiting ink and time on the presupposed familiar,
I must assert that my all-round life development,
particularly the academic is a feat own to him.
never to
dare mention of sailing through bitter-sweet
experience
language without all supports stemming from this
man whose replica I am.
I don’t in anyway want to be an ingrate, as such,
unlike the attitude and failure of the sugar to call
its consumers’ attention to the contributions of its
magnanimous and enabling riverbank; I want the
entire world- my admirers, friends, fans and foes
fully aware that I owe all to God
I celebrate for being there always,
even beyond always. You starved that I could
Unlearned you became that I
may learn. You betched your pride for me. Your
tongue your lost to native words that nine may
loose and dine with the Queen.
Words can’t say it all, neither will words celebrate
you but the mind
celebrate your heroic riverbank.