Our tomorrow

It has been three months since ASUU embarked on strike and there is no hope in sight except rumour mongers giving fruitless hopes and all. I keep telling myself I’m the future shaper and that someday the dim light will shine bright, that after this darkness daylight will come.

They say we are the legends of tomorrow but legends do not like holding hands, legends grind and suffer to make legacies and legendries. We sought the elites to allow us to achieve our dreams, to give us some percentage of hope when there is none, it is a request denied.

Our tomorrow is in jeopardy, we’re in the middle of an ocean, the thunder