I remember my temper
Looking at the clock as I start the month of September
As me and my family were together
I felt better after reading the notice letter
The letter of returning back to university
As if I didnāt go through adversity in my first year of university
The perennial feeling of uncertainty because internally
I was wounded with my experience of people’s discourtesy
I say to you what would my second year of university look like?
Why are there so many wolves in sheep’s clothing
As if the coating can conceal the true nature of one’s revolting actions
I guess the poem has no ending just like wolves that pretend to be so ever caring.
By Halfrieda Egere
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