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George Nsikak Oct 2016
In the corners of Lagos
There was yet no favor
I slept in gutters of Surulere
And woke in streets of Ajegunle
No food, no home no brother
I lived my life in lowly ponder
My stomach always ached for hunger
As I search dust bins of hamburgers
This was the life I lived
In the big city if the rich.

Under bridges I did sleep
Calling it pleasure like peppermint
When the rains came I endured it
soaking me down from underneath
Thousands of mosquitoes fed from me
While bats always sang me sleep
My clothes they did stink
For real, I'd no bath for weeks
This is the life I lived
In a country full of meat

My mother where art thou
My father had long drown
my family was a crown
When they saw me they did frown
Striking me down in such big town
In my rag my heart did pound
Oh what a life have I found
This the life was I bound
As I lay folding like a prawn

I had a revelation, I did say
That Christ could help without pay
Having love and mercy for those in pain
Tears of joy I did shed
That all be over, lest I faint
In my rags I left for church on Sunday
sit behind the ushers did say
just Because I did smell
No one looked at me no one cared
They're were well dressed in golden bracelets
No one sat close to me lest they faint
For my smell was really feign
Time for alter call the pastor said
I dared to go but they did held
You'll disgrace our church for you smell
This is my life I did tell
Explaining it like fairy tale.

I left the church in holy shame
Knowing well I had no place with them
Church is for the rich, I exclaimed
So my life continued in shatter dreams
Feeding from spyrogyra I did live
I thought I'd die a man man bring
But things changed as I began to think.

— The End —