(Poem originally published on ArtHut via http://arthut.com.ng/viewBlog?hid=45e460gn4a616histtchi9&data=insight)
I thought what I thought was right,
Little did I know,
I had to be taught
to be thoughtful,
full of wise words,
I had to be careful with my choice of words
in the woods, I had no say.
But I had to pay after all,
what I thought was right,
I had to be taught
to be thoughtful,
teach me,
To be wise
To be cautious
To be an extrovert.
Teach me how to speak,
with intonation
benevolence
boldness,
teach me how to burn like a forest fire.
Teach me,
I am a student eager to learn,
to walk on a straight path, guided
to swim in this swamp of corruption,
I need to learn the bitter truth,
that has been haunting me,
for ages,
teach me,
to learn how to teach,
to preach the gospel of truth
for what I thought
I was once.
Teach me
I am impatient,
Selfish,
Lost.
Show me how to alight,
The flicker of light inside
to look for love within
my life is uncultured,
I am a mess.
Show me how to be calm
I am antsy,
I need to be wise,
to be able to wait
listen,
and be heard
I'll be patient
I'm willing to learn,
I thought what I knew was right,
I am ready to write my story once again,
to be different, from the rest.
Teach me,
I will oblige
Comply,
my eagerness will not burn out.
