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.
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2015
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