Art Student

The WhatsApp beep woke you up a bit too early
It was your class group,
Donald had dropped a broadcast
Yes, Donald the science student
The one who held debates back in school
The school prefect,
Often he would make you feel like a remainder
obtained from life’s division
He made you doubt your choice of discipline
He said arts was for the weak
And science for the strong, the intellectually capable 
He was always on the white overall
In the school lab
Making dissections
While you would pass with your big government textbook
Donald failed to understand that all disciplines were important,
and one compliments the other
that both were distinct yet similar
fast-forward to now
you wonder if it’s Donald in the broadcast image
now turned Donjaja
Donjaja just had his hair sprayed
He’s shirtless, flanked by backside goddesses
He’s now a musical artiste
You would laugh hard,
So hard the laughter would stain your teeth
You hadn’t said your morning prayer
This first time,
You had laughter for devotion
And even God himself could hear you