The not so bright student wheels into class excitedly:
Teacher: Okorocha, what poem were you singing as you walked in just now?
Teacher: don’t you know any other poem?
Okorocha: Aunty I know one good one. Listen well o:
Okorocha, Okorocha, where have you been?
I’ve been to London to look at the President.
Okorocha, Okorocha, what did you do there?
I made sure he took multivitamins for his appetite.