REMINISCE SOMETIMES
Pouring out the wishes in my mind,
Bring me back, the old good moments
Again, I'll like to revisit my movements.
Days we misspelt standard living, for “sandalili"
As we jingle over an unstable branch, like a motor,
Waving eagles to paint white, our brown nails
And in our bare mouth, the London bridge never cease in falling down.
When I remember the old good memories,
Water run down, from my eyes.
Memories spent under some twinkle, twinkle, little stars
With our grandmother, that likes to wear skirt,
Telling us the full life story of Solomon Grandy
And tale of the Old Roger, who died and gone to his grave.
At dawn, we see mom with bread and butter basket
Then, we roll, roll, roll our boat, to check who's in the garden,
Where we meet Cinderella, dressed in yellow
And together, we wave aeroplane, ódà bò, to help us greet ìyá eléko.
When I remember some old good times,
Water run down, from my eyes.
Times we gathered under the screaming sun
Yet we sing and shout, “rain, rain, go away",
Till we hear our telephone, ringing from afar
And we all run after our bike-tyre, whispering; blah, blah, black sheep.
Many times, we forsake our home works, to act daddy and mommy
And at night, we go home, to tender report for mummy and daddy,
Who once warned us; “think o, think o", before leaving for tinko, tinko,
But, when they started grading us, we'd be running around in a room like we're playing Suwe.
And now, when I remember how we react to cane that never touched us,
Some smiles find their way to my cheeks.
#PsalmsInk
#ReminiseSometimes
© Samuel O. Ogunyinka, (Psalmist).
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