Below is the poem entitled NEVER AGAIN, TO REGAIN THE PAST, I THUNDER WHY which was written by poet
oloidi. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Femi Joey Oloidi
Yesterday, was an adolescent,
while we where the innocuous fluorescence that lighted up the floral hopes of the sun and transformed it's smile, into a cheerful full moon.
The sky was always brightly dressed up with colourful fireworks, and sometimes it looked overdressed, due to; too much colouration of fireworks lightning outburst.
This graced up our hearts with excessive Christmas diamond feelings.
The environment, was always busy with traditional Masquerading, carol carnivals, religious activities, youthful vigil, commitment vigilance, less happiness on clutches, less money impetuosity, less darkness but more rituals, less churches, less hunger and thunderous envy, less death, more tottering and loitering from mango tree to mango, invading people's gardens for fun.
Back then, the rich neatly did; car racing, house racing, bicycle racing and duck hunt and also watched black and white television,
but all we enjoyably did, was hide and seek, played draft and ludo game, beetle hunt and most importantly; native fowl hunt, because we didn't have to go the markets to buy native fowls, they were plenty not owned fowls to save our black and white hunger.
We also bought plenty things with just one naira note, and the balance kept coming, and we never stopped buying until our pockets purged.
Although, the money was surely more than enough to waste,
but as kids, we never got staved of spending,
this is because everything we saw, looked like waterfalls from heaven.
We took so many childhood risks; we sneaked out of school, and engaged in far journey to other States, to attend trade fairs, without money on us to shop, the only money we always had in pockets, where transport fair, which we have saved for weeks from our feeding money.
Me especially as a teenager, I preferred the forest behind my school than the classroom, because it felt to me, that I understood the language of trees, birds, and crickets, more than that of my classmates and teachers, this made me choose, 'George of the jungle', 'the gods must be crazy' and 'Going Banana' as my most adored movies.
I thunder so sadly,
because never again shall all this youthful moments and feelings, breeze by again like a born again wind.