There Phases of My Life Episode Two
A damsel looked at me , she said
"Jerome hi," and I just said "hello" but she isn't letting go her eyes lash off me. I don't know why she comes around often,
Though am good at maths a little, Lola she is fondly called.
She made me believe I had tiny heirs on my upper lip, they call
It mustache. Lola's father sterns at me, her momma smiles at me,
my momma frowns at her, my Dada smiles at her.
I thought I liked Lola, then Junior came and she left with him.
I cried a little then Momma said" forget about her, Nene will come."
So with bleeding heart, emotional tattoos inscribed on my neural,
I bubbled out like a golden Tilapia fish from the deep & dived
into the third phaze.
I found myself in a very big hall, no uniform like former times. "What! Why?" Rhetorics
Copyright © Gideon Idudje | Year Posted 2022
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