I still laugh at my crazy rhyme,

When I think of my day with fire,

'Stop playing near the fire,' my mother cried,

But I was too consumed by my gaily confidence.

The fire sparked and on me it spilled,

Burnt by its spit, my young eyes teared,

But I couldn't let my mother know,

For I felt shamed caught by my stupidity.

As mothers are mothers, she felt my discomfort

'What is wrong,' she asked

Ridden by shame, I helplessly cried the words

'Na lie O, No be fire O, I dey cry O.'

(c) 2018

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