A poem an ode about a a great person who is a great volunteer and giver.


I know of a man. A man full of gratitude and humility for all he is and all he has

He has an eternal fault: an obsession to make a difference; to make an impact

To sow where he care not to reap

And give where, he does not get back

To solve a problem not of his making

Standing as beacon of hope in the face of upmost despair

And flow freely like an oasis in the silent desert

Shining like a million stars in the steep darkness

I know of the young-man who

Drank richly of some foreigners’ fount of knowledge

Years ago, way back at an ancient city of the Yorubas

An unsure future was secured, se t on path of greatness

Filled with such wholesome inspiration

He caught a glimpse of tomorrow vision

And before him was set a life mission

Which he pursued with uncommon passion

To start a national social redemption

He with other berthed the ship of change and silent revolution

In business as in charity

At a Lagos unusual port, in Surulere, at Obele community

He with some inspired men and women with pen and white chalk

Walked rather than talk the talk

Breaking the jinx of decades of failure and annual underachievement

Setting loose and dreaming

Another generation of Nigerian graduates

Inspiring many to take up arms of service, destroying

reign of woes of secondary education among the tomorrow leaders

Selflessly in the spirit of giving back

That success baton once received a generation earlier

Now with duty being passed to the future runners

To stop the wanton waste

Of the so called wasted generation

Enlivening J. F. Kennedy age long mantra

‘Not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for her’

If the Americans has Peace Corps reaching the corners of the world

The man and co. decided

Nigerians can have Volunteers Corps reaching the end of Africa

Imbued with the power of one, driven by a unity of one team

Volunteer Corps was brought forth to life

By men and women, grandly inspired

Ahead of the pack, dangling the magic wand of change

With  deftly touch and humblest of heart

Is the man called Ademola Aladekomo

He is a volunteer; A volunteer of volunteers.

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