When he told me he was TIRED, I told him to RE-FIRE
He told me he was TOO YOUNG TO; I told him he was OLD ENOUGH TO
He told me his hoe was spoilt, I told him his hand will do
He told me he was FED UP,I told him to re-fill
He told me he can’t WALK, told him to RUN
He told me he was wounded I told him success has always- a scar
He told me the load was too HEAVY, I told him he must BEAR it
He told me he would retreat, I told him to RE- STRATEGIES
He told me life was bitter, I told him success is like bitter leave and that is always the fore-taste
He told me there is NO WAY,I told him to CREATE A WAY.
He ask me will you help me? I told him no, he must help himself
He told me he needs WATER,I told him he needs VINE-GAR
He ask me if this was possible, I asked him why have we come?
He told me he can’t HOLD ON, i told him he must HANG ON
He told me his hands are too tiny, I told him they’ll do just fine
He told me he was dying; I told me he will be raised again
He ask me do I love him, I told him more than I love any other
He asks me when will these end? I told him when the night comes
And then he ask me what this all is, I told him it is LIFE
And in the end. I saw him amidst glory and celestial light.
He told me brother, have conquered
He screamed “I WON!!!!!!!!!
Onawale Femi is a prolific Nigerian writer and Poet, he his also a publisher at tuckmagazine.com