A Beep to God

Turn back the times

To when I was young and mild

Joy always crowded on my face

Far back, past future bills and letter heads

Then, when a cry came back with an answer

Blessed by love’s early mercy

A circle cut shut by the devil’s false hope

To live and think of innocence never given

Survival scars forced onto one’s hands

scribbling away life’s birth marks

Crunched,

held,

walked

Then pushed

Some place far into oblivion

I, still out here

Searching for my father’s house

Uyi by the Crescent

Palm oil on my shirt

Okin biscuit in my pocket

On my way to school

Not a care in the world

I had forty Naira in my hands

A stroll on Zambia road

Barnawa shone bright in the morning

Primary Times

The clock strikes

The girls bite

Pinch and tease

Leaving their trademarks

Drama queens

In need of attention

Like always, I run

I run past them

Girls that bite

Some I dance with

A few I touch

The ring of the bell,

Then, it’s all over again