Many A Times
"Where do you come from"? I was asked
Standing still stammering
Many a times, I was asked daily about my origin,
Many a times, I stammered while replying.
Not for the fact I don't know where I came from but I no nothing about where I came from.
Many a times, I did skip the questions in exams,
I once saw it Jamb and now its following me like my palm
and afterwards many do brag about their existence and i stood still like she always did.
Many a times. papa did tell,
but deaf ears i wore, I listened only to his tunes matching them with beats to make rhymes. please who locked me and lost the key?
I need hot tea??????
Many a times, I always peeped through Google wearing my big googles,
but I ended up recalling nothing.
Now I am asked in an audience
"Where are you from"?
I gave the answer but I knew I was lost between those pages,
I knew deep down papa was sad I never bragged about "ME"
I did learn but forgot what I learnt
Copyright © Poetic Babilo | Year Posted 2019
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