MR. SIR

My four years in campus are stone’s throw from now. 

And to whom should I give the most credit to? 

It’s you, Mr. Sir

Mr.sir, did you know my life was impossible, until you stepped in? 

I thought you should know that. 
Mr. Sir, the least I can do is dedicate this to you. 

Hope it gets you well Mr. Sir, for good health is all I would wish of you. 

Because of you, am  where I am today. 

In campus I had no place, but you made me the president of the people. 

I was hopeless but you filled me with so much hope for the future. 

Sometimes I would go hungry, but you Mr.sir you put food on my table. 

I dressed in rags, but you dressed me like a model. 

Mr. Sir, thank you. 
Because of you, today I drive myself in my own Mercedes. 

Last week I went through my academic certificates, and thank you Mr. sir for the First Class honour. 

As so honoured. 

Mr. sir, yesterday I brought her to the world. She is so beautiful 

I wish she gets to meet you. 
As the doctor was doing some testing on me, she confirmed my darkest fear. 

An invisible weevil is inside me

And the weevil is consuming me little by little but as time goes by, it’s gonna finish the whole me. 

So Mr. Sir, in case I don’t live long to see my daughter growing up, be a mum and a dad to her. 

Be a provider to her like you did in my campus. 
I don’t know how you going to convince your wife, but please make sure you shelter my daughter in your home. 

Let your wife teach my daughter morales

So she never ends up like me. 

Hope your wife will love my daughter 

Hope my daughter doesn’t remind her of how I broke your marriage. 
Always remind my daughter I loved her so much 

If I could buy life, tell her I would have bought a  thousand years for her. 

And thank you Mr. Sir for this invisible weevil. 

You gave me life, and now you’ve taken it away. 

MR. SIR 

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STORY OF MY LIFE

Sometimes I just sit down and think, maybe I should write about my life ๐Ÿ˜‰

My life from the moment I was brought into this life. 

How I cried, the very moment my lovely mum ๐Ÿ˜brought me into this world. 

Talk about my background 

Talk of my primary, secondary and university education. 

Talk of the ups and downs I have been through. 

Talk of how God has seen me through in all the challenges. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™

But another thought crosses my mind “No darling, don’t share your life with people ”

I think I will follow this 

Am brought back to reality. 

Yes, am going to tell you the story of my life. 

But will you share your story with I ?

You going to see the struggles I have been through ,

You going to read of the sleepless nights I have had, just to place food on the table. 

You going to read of the many heartbreaks I have had ๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜‘.

At  the end of it all, everybody will know my deepest secrets. 

Most of you are going to criticize me for the life I have lived. 

Some will laugh after reading my story, 

Only a few will symphasize with me, but they won’t help in any way. 

Because they also have their own problems 

So, I choose not to write the story of my life 


ONLY YOU

A book and a pen. It’s all about the tears of the pen. 

I need to wipe this tears from the pen. Can only wipe it by writing down what it tells me. 

My mind flashes back when I was almost 18 years of age or more, I can’t really recall. 

It was at this stage of my life where all I needed was love and affection. 

It didn’t matter where I got it from :may it be in pubs, the streets. You can name them all. I just needed it. 

So on this fine days,still in my search, I met a girl called Esther. 

We started to hung out with her.She was the kind you would wish for as a wife. I liked the real her. 

She was the kind that loyalty was in her DNA. But that wasn’t the same with me. 

What she thought was love to me was just an illusion. 

Days turned to weeks,weeks to months and months to years. 

In a year of a disloyal relationship. She had it enough, and so she quit the relationship. 

But I wasn’t left alone. I had many girls to replace her. 

Today, it’s two years since she left. 

Am sitting at the same bed we shared with her. 

In the same house that she left her memories. 

She is the only one in my mind today.Her memories are slowly killing me .

After she left, I engaged in numerous relationships, just to get over her. 

But it was never easy. All the others never showered me with the love she did. 

Today, I realize she was one of a kind. The only one who would ever be loyal to me. 

The only one who would have ever loved me. 

I miss her๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜‘๐Ÿ˜‘

Wish she comes back to my life. ๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ณ

Hope she forgives me ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

My mission to find Esther starts now ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜จ

SHE HAD A DREAM

She was a young poetess, wishing to one day perform in a white man’s land.

She knew performing in a white man’s land would never be easy. 

Considering this big issue called racism 

That’s why she had to start in her black man’s land. 

It was only after she had been accepted in her land ,then would she be accepted by the white man. 

The struggle to be appreciated in her black man’s land was also never easy, considering this thing called tribalism. 

For tribalism was a big issue in her motherland. 

It’s was now her duty in the society to fight the tribalism in order to fit in. 

She had to write numerous articles and poems which would somehow bring people from all tribes together. 

Writing wasn’t just enough, she had to make sure she delivered the poems to the people. 

She had to be careful while delivering the content to the people, so she doesn’t end up favouring one tribe from the other.

Which would mean, she wouldn’t be appreciated in her motherland, posing a challenge to perform in the white man’s land. 

For its said “one has to be accepted in her home, for others to accept her outside ”

To fulfill this dream of performing in the white man’s land, all she needs is your support. 

And the support is through appreciating her writings. ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Thanks all. I appreciate. ๐Ÿ˜˜