Do It Ya Way

Fly your path
Son
and do it your way
Try your gear
Girl
and wear it your style
For if the world
were just for bore
all stars
be tied ashore
So, tear rules apart
but mind the law
Take hell to task
but tell the lore
For if the heavens
were just a bore
why prick the whore

Map your path
Son
and see it your way
Tap your gift
Girl
and bear it your mile
For if the now
were all we're worth
all our songs
be bland and bare
So, change lines anew
but mind the law
Make news by dew
but keep the rain
For if a morrow
were true for gold
why mock the fold

Hey, here be my take
for questing souls:
By the map and tap
may your path
not snap
By the lines and times
may your mind
blow chimes
So, in the fullness thereof
you did it your way!


Pa Michael Imoudu was (it's hard to say, was!) Nigeria's No 1 Labour Leader, changing our very world of trade unionism. A patriot and legend of both his epoch and our annals. He made history by creating history. He lived long: over 100! By all our wishes, he surely rests in peace; perfect peace.

Now by Skype I've met Marcus, his chemical engineer son....happily questing in Europe. Like all in the African Diaspora, he pains about home and for home. And he has dreams like all: hoping all be well for one and all. He can act, if he dares. The job be cut out: Waste To Wealth, he says.

By blood, by facts, boy, your job be clear. Tough? Yes. Shy? No.

As Papa would've said, I say as well: "Bring Europe to Africa....and do it ya way!"