November Rains

I remember my candles glowing Every passing night I wake up with loads in my eyes My head begin to pound as if garri and pounded yam are about to make their way out of the kitchen Kaaki and boots stare into my memory as soon as my thought drive me to memory lane Drenched in reflection I saw a stick and a student staring into my eyes Case of mistaken identity, it had a romance with my left eye, As the student lends me his eyes of jealousy I swam in the pool of events when I looked up to the sky, I saw the rays of advent I have walked like a berserk buffalo shoes on my palms When admission failed to kneel at my feet Academic impression were made on white paper when the blue leaves of intellectual expression melted my knowledge into creativity It never failed me until the loquacious instrument of human contact retires from duty I remember the ground crumbling at my feet when luck has gone on vacation Leaving me in the corridors of despair and sadness When the wind blew I saw myself working in the path of hope Then Nature Beckon on me to be strong and never give up