Gideon Idudje Poet Prose Poetry

Three Phases of My Life Episode One

I ate thru the pages of my own book,
Whose title is experience and held three chapters.

By phaze one I saw life was fun & everyone loved me.
Called every woman mother, every uncle father 
& the toothy ancestors. Better days.
I saw everyone giggling, cheering, no face masks.

They all loved to call me fairy pseudonyms & I didn't mind.
So I  skip through a little further.

Here now I notice only very 
few people care about me, like just mum , dad & playmates.
It's more fun though & with plenty of scolding.

Momma hit Me on my butty said I was such a nutty & I cry little.
Dada stared at Me from the balcony, but didn't show any beep,
just a poker fellow he wore on his face.

Here everybody wanted me read but i didn't really like books.
Later found out that  books needed be eaten to regurgitate wisdom.

So I climbed to phaze two with rocky baggage to carry to the
 wisdom bank, plenty exams to write.

To the stream, sometimes with a medium size clay pot on my skinny
 head, to fetch the home life with peers, while often playing 
along the bush path, that cut across scented leaves. While the nightingales, hover around our heads, hanging on tree branches singing sweetly

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Panagiota Romios March 29, 2022 at 8:43 AM I find your writing, impressively, warm, and walking me back to my childhood, Interesting that, I never wrote prose poetry. But have been considering it, And I found your jewel of a piece.))))) Fine work.... Pangie! Gideon Idudje April 29, 2022 at 9:06 AM O! Thanks Påñgïë....my grãt3fùl hært gõês 2 Yöû