Poetry

SONG OF A SOUL By Ajao

Written by Bada Yusuf Amoo

If I don’t go home today
Don’t think I love school days.

Home called me some days ago.
Sometimes my nose smell of home
But I need to stay away from home
Because I have a long way to go.

My dad does tell me to visit home
He doesn’t know why I refuse to answer his call
He probably thinks its because of penury;
In our home we eat once in a day
That once might even be garri
The pauper’s odd feast
When there is nothing to eat.

If I don’t go home today
Don’t think I love school days.

What makes me stay
Will later be clear to you
My mum do shout; come home! Come home!
With emerging ocean on her eyes
Flowing like the tears of a new child
But like always, I confront the seas of plea with a valid premise
Because I don’t want my gold to fade.

If I don’t go home today
Don’t think I love school days.

All my friends now clamour for home
Where their three square meal is certain.
They eat diet,
They live in a country home
Where every gate holds the plate;
Beware of dogs.

If I don’t go home today
Don’t think I love school days.

Though, school might be sometimes stressful
But home is more painful
For we eat only once in a day
Even on a festival day.

If I don’t go home today
Don’t think I love school days.

The rich don’t have two heads
I want to work now
So, I would play later.
This Benz is for everybody not for them alone!
I know there will come a day
The world will proud of me.

If I don’t come home today
Don’t even think I love school days.

About the author

Bada Yusuf Amoo

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