12/11/2024
Poem titled...Journey to memory lane
Poet ..issa a goal
Where i grew up was desserted with dead hopes
As we grew up, we realised society was frowning at us
Where is our wish
Rains passing through our metalic rooves
As a child having a big dream
Realising we are stuck in a big rim
A nighmare troubling our dreams
A new encounter to believe
A legacy laid down with strict regulations
House can not answer to the call of a pot of stew
We already knew
Life was not something new
Marks of poverty paradong our faces
A complete misconceptopn of our race
there was no joy starting the day
Our hopes are waiting to pave the way
It was another mistery getting a completed meal
Pains on our hearts can not heal
Our lives were not balanced
Looking at the goals to be scored
Fresh meal from yesterday sauce was tempting
As we grew up, we became fed up
As the evening sun visited
Off to the streams in array
Yes, we can tell we have been there
Jubilating success with shaded eyebrows
Wrinkled jaw smiling towards the scene
Our pots were not always alive on the fire
Feet decorated with cold dust as we embarked out to the academic arena
An era to remember
Faded custumes filled our holiday bags
Parading with rafia bags
Where we came from was full of fun
Smiling with hopes to the evening sun
We stand firm like village streams
No tap to fill our pots
No smell of food from our huts
Hunger arguing with our guts
Different concepts with different messages
A stopping towards a bright passage
We were happier for holidays
Telling stories was another chapter
Gathering as a standing army to welcome fun
Sause from our pots always smiles on our tongues
A journey to memory lane
