What to eat this morning
I am already yawning
Big problem, no earnings
Not to talk of what to wear,
Likewise the paste and pomade I will apply
My last jeans tear tear
Life is hard, maybe I should reapply
Siblings flee like a flea
No no no, I am not lazy
Looking at me, you might think I am crazy
I try my best possible, but life makes me dizzy
I have a brother in the UK, a sister in Germany
And a lot of other biological brothers and sisters
Who hold prestigious positions in the country
Though I cannot claim to know the
State of their pockets
I can boldly say without blinking an eye,
That they are rich
I seem to be the only unfortunate one
Maybe the forsaken one
So who created this one?
I always ask this question, my dear ones
I call on them for assistance
But they hardly pick up my calls
When they do, they only emphasize
How busy they are or have been
They don’t even let me tell them my problem
And as quickly as possible, they hang up on me
I was seriously sick
Some days back
But none of them attended to me
Neither did they send me a peanut
To take to the hospital, poor me
If my memory serves me right
They did the same thing to our late mother
When she was alive
But when she died,
They all left their works,
The work they were too busy doing
And came to spend some days here
Frankly, they gave my mother a
Befitting burial
When she; my mother
Depended on alms for survival all her life
It is 20 years now
After my mother’s burial
And they have never returned again
Or given me a pesewa
Even though they were kind enough
To give me some amount,
When they came here for
My mother’s funeral
Don’t wait for me to die
Before you show me how much you love me
Or give me more time
Or money
Because I may not see it
Or need it then
I need the love, money and time now
Love me now!
Written by: Musah Abdul Razak Churchill
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