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THE LIFE OF AN IGBOBIAN By: Thorpe Oluwajimi (2010 set)

             


You taught me the best that all the WORLD may know, what it is to have come from THEE.

 You gave me a TOUCH which shall shine and pour on all afar and near its radiance divine.

 You taught me to withstand the HILL and VALE when TIDINGS BEAR, WHEREVER THERE’S AN IGBOBIAN THERE ALSO IS A NOBLE NIGERIAN.

You taught me the WORD OF GOD MIGHTY to save everyone from live of sin and sty.

 You taught me that I may grow up KIND and BRAVE, SELF-DENYING FOR POOR AND NEEDY.

 You gave me much KNOWLEDGE necessary for BLISS, that it will make my LIFE CAREER A JEWEL not only in subject called HUMANITIES but those called the SCIENCES must join in.

You taught me those HABITS of a GENTLEMAN as will make me CLEAN AND QUICK AND CLEAR.

You taught me to play well in a PLAN and in sports to WIN OR LOSS with FAR CHEER.

So shall it be that having learnt THE BEST, I shall PROUDLY claim I have learnt the BEST, AND WHEN FROM THEE INTO THE WORLD I’VE PRESSED. 

 I WILL FOREVER STRUGGLE FOR THY FAME, IGBOBI.
             
       

          
                           UP I C
               SAY    SAY      SAY




ACKNOWLEDGEMENT TOO:

 SOLOMON O. BABALOLA (1934 Set)
OYENKA ORUWASI (1943 Set)
H. E. Edward NELSON WILLIAMS (1944Set).


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