Beautiful Childhood
You won't und'stand if you d'nt experience it,
My fatherland is where I cut my poetry teeth.
'Tis also the place where I had a splendid childhood,
Naija- where we cruise our tyres around the hood;
I remember days of Ten- Ten and Sendi,
Back when we were innocent and knew no Fendi,
When we would play monkey post in the rain,
And I was a midfielder whose energy ne'er drain.;
Oloje 98 was the world cup I played in,
Abdul and co of Okekere knows what Im saying.
I, a star in all games with Kume the striker,
were so lethal like the venom of a viper;
Beautiful times of watching rams fighting
At Barakat Ita-Nmo while we chill with Beske biting.
Days of when we would go hunting with my gees,
Even though we ne'er came home with a geese;
And during ramadan we built beautiful mosques,
And they were as white as the elephant's tusks.
Omo Alfa Alaaya would often be the Imam,
Deputied by Abdulmajeed and Imran;
'Was one of those who wakes the 'hood for Sahur,
Trying to be a scholar like my uncle Sheikh Sabur.
Hunting for kuluso whenever the rain falls,
Ofcourse hiding in my closet when lesson teacher calls:
Dada was gentle, Mama was strict,
And if not for that queen, Nigga would be street.
Days of when I would be dragged to ile kewu,
Just because I wanna play with Kayode and Gebu;
I had no xbox but had Mario and bomberman
And had a cute cat but not a dobberman.
A star I was, with my BMX bike,
Aint nobody riding it if I dont like;
It was a beautiful childhood afterall,
A mosaic of experiences painted on my wall.
Copyright ©
Adedayo Gali
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