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Zaria School of Architecture

– What Happened to my DREAM?

The Cock crowed

Dawn broke

The News Came from my Cousin Tame

That my dream of a profession

Was now a Thing of Celebration

As I had gotten Admission

Into the Zaria School of Architecture

To a place, I once dreamed off

I came with my own Ideas

I came with my own Thoughts

I came with a Uniqueness

One which can Never be bought

One in need of much support

One of Great Worth

I came to the Zaria School of Architecture

Two years later

All seems lost

And I find myself asking

Zaria School of Architecture

What am I doing here?

What will be my outcome?

In the Next two years to come

Another prototype graduate

Or an Architectural Bill gates

On my bed at nights

In thoughts, I ask myself

Where did I actually lose my dream of a profession?

Was it at home when I went for Mid-semester break?

Or at Ribadu When I scoped my First chic

Or in the Studio when my work was stolen

Was it while repeating my design

Or in my test, while cheating?

Was it the Point someone said

it’s either THIS or you fail

And out of fear, one became a design Factory Machine

With every input at every Lecture and studio

And every output at every design critique

In the Zaria School of Architecture

On the Presentation Board

I looked at my work

Jury seated, being Unable to Talk

For in thoughts I asked myself

Is this all I am worth?

In tears, I ask looking at the future

Zaria School of Architecture,

What Happened to my DREAM?

– Diary of an Architect, atelier37 [Zaria school days 2004–2010]

In memory of the Rooftop, Zaria School of Architecture. A.B.U Zaria

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