Growing Up
In a house of chalice it all began
Out of jelly, I grew a limb
Like joke, like joke, I grew all
I was alone but not lonely
Because I was enrolled in karate league
Out to win though I have never seen my opponents
I learnt all my moves and I kicked
Oh! How I kicked the chalice
In the ninth month, I won the league
And I was told to prepare for my reward
The house of sphere
Coming into the sphere, I screamed out of frustration
“What!!! Is this supposed to be a trophy?”
So, it all began in sphere
The chalice only a prelude
In this contest, I am not alone
Coming to see me are aliens of various sizes and shapes
But non can be said to be short
They treated me like a breakable ware
If only they knew I single handedly won the combat
So, I told them
But they were only marveled and confused
Wondering why I was….
I guess they called it “crying”
Though I wonder what that is
Now am pissed at their treatment
And a very strange thing is happening to my middle
“Stop talking” I screamed
And that is when I heard the voice of my instructor in chalice,
Telling me not to worry
That I am only hungry “what ever that means”
And for the first time, I saw her beautiful face
And she picked me up and hugged me to her bosom
That is when I realized that I am not in a contest after all
And that the chalice is only a phase in my home coming preparation
And that I have come home.
Copyright © Offor Ujunwa | Year Posted 2011
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