As I was born, a poet born with me
witnessing everything, my sinless childhood

My mother love, oh! she is so good,

the dawn of eternal joy and dreams

the pop music in me that reign supreme

my childish stammered speech

and my fast falling asleep.





As the time goes by, my twin poet saw me studying countless night

with greasy patches of light

everytime my foot touched the football

the look on my face said it all

saw me supporting my family at a tender age

with zero sign of depression and rage.



My inner poet saw me hitting the proxies in the college, sweet were those days

asking our lecturers to decipher on bayes

friends turned brother

and...