Dream of a College Kid

The mind that opens to new idea never Comes back to its original size... Einstein. I shall become a great writer when I grow up. Then I will write about love and affection, The negative side of love to mankind. I will write about the evils in my fatherland The bad leaders with their ego so high To exploit the masses of their lily pride. I will write about the calamity of humanity That once lived in paradise earth but now Dwells in dungeon with a lost host and dreams. I will write about Ugonna and his feelings Of hatred towards his father for hitting his mother Not knowing that the old man was right in his deed, What could a man do to a wife that dances outside. I will write about the custom and tradition Of my humble country home, nkporo. When I grow up, I shall write about this place How we grew up around this house chasing pretty girls. I shall write about wole soyinka, chinue Achebe, j p clarks, Chimamanda Adichie, Moremi, Oganigwe,Helon Habila, Tunji sotimirin, Niyi Osundare, femi osofisan, Ahmed Yerimah, samson iyanda, folu agoi, frank Eze. I shall recreate the world with my speaking pen Which have bEen in my shelf since my day one. I shall pass a message through my biro. I shall not just be a writer when I grow up But a great and fantastic write with a great repute internationally. Soon, I shall leave the four corners of this class room To the street where life begins and ends, Having to know what matters at the time it matters.