An Afternoon In The School
When will the bell ring, and end this weariness? How long have they tugged the leash, and strained apart My pack of unruly hounds: I cannot start Them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt, I can haul them and urge them no more. No more can I endure to bear the brunt Of the books that lie out on the desks: a full three score to mark Of several insults from parents and of blotted pages and scrawl Of slovenly work that #NPOWER have offered me. I am sick, and tired more than any thrall Upon the woodstacks working weariedly. And shall I take The last dear fuel and heap it on my soul Till I rouse my will like a fire to consume Their dross of indifference, and burn the scroll Of their insults in punishment? - I will not! I will not waste myself to embers for them, Not all for them shall the fires of my life be hot, For myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till sleep Shall have raked the embers clear: I will keep Some of my strength for myself, for if I should sell It all for #NOPWER, I should hate them - - I will sit and wait for the bell and Buhari for a permanent deal.

This your post should be added to a chapter in the book of Lamentations in the Bible...
Sorry about the NPOWER situation.