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I Still Remember by devimcy: 7:46pm On Jul 28, 2009 |
I still remember my poor neighborhood How I used to sit n wait for crumbs Perhaps I could quench fire of hunger Emanating from my stomach n brain. 2hours had passed Yet no one recognized my presence 3hours had passed and each step as though coming to me 4hours had passed and my mouth still opened Waiting to answer a call that I never heard. Now my miserable self is walking away To bury itself on mama’s foam Praying to God alone To sustain this troubled soul I’ll never forget my cruel neighbor That met my problem with spoilt beans This threatened to seize my breath I still remember the number of beans In her red round plate. I still remember the night I lay with a mad man behind me I have not forgotten the rain that woke me up that night Behind the corridor of our pit latrine I still feel it cold sometimes. If I’ve a pen I’ll write about my life I’ll tell of my encounter with men n ghost I’ll narrate my entire encounter with beasts’ n monsters Even how I kept my dreams in the midst of nightmares. I still remember those that mocked me When I wore rags n hunt rats, Even those that despise me When I wine n dine in the same plate with pigs I’ve not forgotten. I still remember Juliet my first love Fairest of all women I ever met Tender n comely to behold, I’ve not forgotten how I shivered Like one exposed to zero degree weather The first time I met her, I had never forgotten how I was overcame By sorrow n pain inflicted upon me by Harsh condition n uncertainties When I try to express my deep affection for her. I still remember The road to yam market I still remember my spot in a white Toyota bus I still recall the number of times We frequent that path on daily basis I’ve not forgotten Those women who felt sorry For a 12 years old bus conductor. I still remember The number of bus that overtook me As I trekked to and fro high school I still remember the number of pot holes On that path. I still remember the first time I cried I cried when no one could understand my pain I cried for love that I never had I cried for my lost script Instead of consolation all I received Was a shout n a closed door So I cried. I still remember the day A clergy told me that my dad is not fit to live I still remember all the pain I nursed as a little boy I’ve not forgotten all the odd moments of my life But I had let them behind me. All my life I’ve tried to forgive everything That ever hurt me But somehow I still remember.
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