Happily walking from school ,
One day with my back pack at my back.
Come here Mum said to me ,Sit down !
I need to tell you something.
Mum go ahead am all ears I said.
Her face was down she looked tired .
You have to stop school she said !
Mum you said I asked .
I said that you have to stop school !
She said with a sad smile.
But why I asked .
Because of Mr poverty ,
Mr poverty ! I said
Yes she replied.
Mum who is Mr poverty I asked.
He is a cruel man ! she replied.
He is heartless and wicked !
He doesn't like anyone ,
And has no respect for anyone !
He is a curse and trouble to all.
He eats the flesh and bone of people !
Mum said I was frightened.
So you mean mum
Mr poverty does not want me to go to school.
Yes mum replied.
Let me go talk to him I begged mum.
Am sure he will listen I said .
Mum laughed a laugh of defeat and hopelessness,
No you can't she said no one can !
But why I asked curiously.
Because he is heartless.
Will he ever change his mind mum ? and allow
Me go to school I asked
He might I can't say mum replied
But don't worry ,
I will fight this Mr poverty
And make sure you go to school.
I had Mr poverty I said to mum.
I too hate him she replied .
Everyone does.
Mr poverty I shouted !
Why do you hate me .
Mum just smiled sadly at me .