Behind my father's factory floor
Was loud by history and lonely behind
Yet no one knows
Until I spoke
Of my father's golden anecdotes
As the first black man worldwide
To produce soft drink
In non carbonated plastic bottle
In the vintage eighties
Firstling in the trade of soft drink
Production behind Arthur Gaston
Of the united states in the late thirties
I too remember you
O that lonely upstairs our own historic
Laboratory house
where my patriarch took history
Not by the tail and the neck
But by the head
The first blackamoor from Nigeria to work
At the world health organisation in congo brazaville
Where my lone sister was born.
It was begun in that lonely adroit gesture
Of that heroic and foremost but later defunct laboratory house
Of a large sized room where laboratory tank and laboratory equipments
For beverages were first hatched
In black Africa
In a lonely street at fruito,isale afon,Ogbomosho,Oyo state.
History cannot forget
Even as childish memoirs in it's tangled shore
Can never forget the wilderness ramblings of the sesame street
Enroute to this historic sojourn
That battle aluta continuum
Even as we resuscitated the wondrous deeds
From the quagmire of forlorn sesame street
A sesame street of beverages
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