Ode To Childhood Mistakes I
I remember when I was seventeen years
earth to me
was nothing more than
a highlands and lowlands
inhabited and uninhabited by men
and women
love to me then was a down to earth
gift to rest my mind
I came and saw and
conquered
nothing I would hear exist
I couldn't accept
be it a tale , a show, a trick
or a sort of abstraction to say
nothing that was stated
amidst that couldn't
find a space in my mind
however, quack or mockery
a smoke was
there was a time
when Titi was
fourteen or fifteen years old
had I merely talked to her
may be nothing would have
stopped it
may be nobody would have
discovered such a story
or fiction
may be I would have
catched fire and exploded
may be I would have
earned from her
a strange and bad thing
to beat and smother my defence
may be I would have
faded and weared
there was a time
when my feelings and love
power
was a lot higher than my
head
,had some people suggested to
me then
I may have succumbed to them
I may have reliqushed to their whims
I may have accepted their words
I may have felt like them
I may have dreamt to them
I may have turned out to wear
I may have lost my way
lost myself and become someone
beaten and smashed to crush
there was a time
when my life was
turning to a notice
and what I could muster then
still was a little if not
nothing homely
had some people invited me
to their smoke and fire
may be I would have
yielded and crowned around
that smoke and fire
may be I would have
considered and remained
again and again
loyal and obedient to it
May be I would have
taught and invited
many concerning that smoke
and fire,
oh a story anytime
I remember I jolt
how childhood should be guided
through
to be colourful tomorrow.
Copyright © Bamanga Bashir | Year Posted 2021
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