Nine days to become a man
Its 10 less one since the coin was tossed,
Seems like a good day that deserves a toast,
There is a cry so sharp piercing the ear of all at a cost,
We are glad there is a cry at the most,
Whether to reflect a sigh of liberation into a new earth dweller post,
Be it a cry for longing to return away from the staring eyes
Or a complaint of the disgust with the cold dry air, not nice,
We know not.
It’s a beautiful thing, contrary would be lies
But to criss-cross the mind these thoughts never hesitate,
For what is there if you have only nine days to become a man?
You remember the whole previous moon you were not done
With competing with the rising and setting of the sun
Coz you knew as the month turns to the ninth span
You will be heading to the destination fire from a hot pan
To save dimes, To steal, To hoard, To starve,
To summarize all a man can, even scam!
It’s the eighth rising sun and the future holds what, man?
We know not
Well, life is tough on the seventh, regrets for the half-omits
Of what mama taught you, and you said “am on it”
She said “if it does not make you happy run from it
If it’s too complicated and you might get a vomit,
It’s only prudent to jump off it
You think am exaggerating, far from it
Soon you’ll know the half of it!”
On the sixth day everything is quite grotesque as stool
The birds chirping, singing, and hovering seem to ridicule this fool
The jokes that were once immensely humorous
And the seemingly sweet songs join the current repulsive pool
Of the things that irritate to the deepest marrow of the humerus
The breeze and the trees bend, clapping leaves in a standing ovation
With sarcastic praise to this fool that nobody could school
Wrinkles, grimaces, knitted brows and a furrowed forehead all give their share of donation
towards erasing the smile that once was cool.
Nine days to become a man
It’s the fifth and the fire of faith fights the sin,
Sad truth scoop reality and sinks in
Because MENE MENE TEKEL PERSIN
And the lad has to be a paternal kith and kin,
He has nine days to become a man
The fourth day never more to the bad
Wait a minute, tell us who’s the nerd?
That put the chief’s princess in the family boulevard
We all know the chief has a heavy lethal bat
You’re sure he will rip you into many a simple part
So, you have nine days to become a man
On the third day he arose again
Harder, stronger, veiny, vibrancy it retains
And just in time oozes out the pee
Fingers wrapped around it as if to choke
You dare ask, how could you do this to me?
Now I have nine days to become a man!
Trust me the second day is just there
Second guessing and denial are a must pair
Thinking of the things for which you must care
Questions like, “is it really mine” are ever there
But To pose them to her you’ll never dare
Didn’t I do the thing, coitus interruptus?
I think I remember the voice of Soita interrupt us
Aaaargh, nine days to become a man!
“we need to talk” are words so dangerous and shrill
Teary eyes, glowing face, a shaking voice
Accompanies the announcement that kill
Every bit of strength in the heart’s poise
Should have heeded the adverts about “tume chill”
But that’s gone like the dead mine
As the fate has been directed by the two a red line
The only days left are nine