“Leave my house you useless child
At your old age of 12 you wee on the bed”
That is the song sang by my uncle Eli
To push me out remove the roof from my head
The weight of his dislike shows in his head
No more from his pot will I be fed
“Get out of my sight you good for nothing
You can’t follow you mates and make money
“But uncle I may just in my early team
And until two years meets me I can’t be 17
That is the flimsiest of excuses
And on me he poured more curses
“What are you still dong here
Get out your sight pollutes the atmosphere
You did the dishes today and broke one”
In two years I did his dishes I broke just one
And in the gallows of hunger I was locked
And the thatch over my head away was plucked
“Don’t let me meet you here when I get back
His speech is a shout in shout a bark
My bones shook, my voice, oh, I swallowed a hook
There goes my only source for new school books
Without so much as a backward look
Because I was hungry and decided to cook
West Biokpo Joshua
Joshuabiokpowest@yahoo.com
