when we shall meet again...
When the roads to Ibadan melt and flow, When in anticipation of fate, our faith gains momentum Splashes truth, cold hard truth across these hallowed lying stones When the sky shall retreat back to its place, and the vultures with it When the seas that claimed our paces are called to order Finally rebuked for making our feet wet When the ports of our minds are no longer raided By the bandits of human opinions, the thieves of time and their cousins; care Then my dear Then, you will be back in my arms And I in yours Then my friend Then. Our souls will soar together To the apex of good feelings, the height of old pleasures.