REMINISCENCE

That dewy morning in my country side

When our gaze upon the sky we'd fix

Waiting to witness the sun rise

While in the kitchen, our breakfast Mama fix

When while hunting for crickets under tree roots

From a nearby shrub an owl hoots

And scattered, we would run without boots

Then shiver at night during tales of the woods

When we fought darkness with oil Lamps

When we'd happily display our pants

Chase fire flies while the birds chant

Yes, when we didn't worry about needs and wants

When tomorrow was another play day

Whoever though about pay day

But would rejoice for no farm on Sunday

Then ironically, worry about school on Monday

Those Queens from way back
Who wont seek for a King with six pack
Nor trace happiness along a fast track
But make do with just a shack

Days Of My Innocence!

Dilemma

It’s a clarion call they say
As a citizen, you had to obey
And for the excitement of the khaki
You threw a party
 
Mr. Waste No Chance
When you saw her dance
Your blood got hot
So, you took the shot
 
Sent to a foreign state
You wouldn’t check your mate
You prefer fresh tits
That you did hit
 
Now Prieye will not let leave his daughter
You’ve made her a mother
By their traditional law
They must keep their in-law
 
Nguamo, the one at the party
Has just delivered your baby
You had fun
Do not run!

_Andropov Abuul