Yesterday, on my way home
With a school bag shaped like a dome
The hot sun scorching my hair that hasn't for long seen a comb
I dragged my tender feet on with hesitating steps
But alas! I couldn't breathe the word "home'.
I had wanted to tell Mama about my luck
I passed Miss Feyi's arithmetic test
She announced in class that mine was the best
Even beating the brilliant Ojo the 'Duck'
But she was always at a whimpering state
So I tiptoed to my room to bemoan my fate
Who is going to see that I know a tinnie winnie something?
That Papa doesn't have any idea that I know many things?
I barged straight into Papa's room
Flew on his disheveled bed with a zoom
Only to meet him snoring on his rickety chair
With some empty bottles around and not a care
Little James was in his dusty cradle
Along with father's bottle and mother's soup ladle
Screaming so loud I couldn't hear the whining on the television
I couldn't help but sigh at such a vision
I ran back to my room in a daze
Passed the corridor that always seem like a maze
Pressing my little six-year old palms together
And cried out to the One who Miss Tutu in Sunday school calls the Father
The One who listens to all my heart's cry
A Father who soothes me when I feel dry
Who could make Papa not to be so high
And silent little James to make not even a sigh
I prayed with all I cared about
Believing that He is my Father without a doubt
Even when my heart feels so hollow
I've found Someone who loves me and is there to follow
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