Godwin Inyang's Blog

  001 Well, you know me, I'm a fabulous guy; From a young age, I like to play with my books Ignoring the girls though I wasn't that shy; Loved chasing birds and baiting fish with hooks. With my mates, we were fond of stoning fruits; Raced through the bush, tripping on stems and roots; We'd penetrate deep and start to make the hoots Just to see we go back safely to our neighbourhoods. But our teacher told the boys in his class: Girls don't bite - every lad should chat with a lass. 002 The naughty ones he'd give the cutlass, Take them out and place them in the field And give them portions of the grass To cut or sow seeds that fruits would yield. Our teacher wore a belt with clasp of brass; He was fond of wearing on each eye a glass. He had a great voice with a tone of bass; The music he loved I got to know was jazz. The young man bore a very funny name; He tried hard the wild side of us to tame. 003 He told us once...

He wished he could gallop away like a horse For the sound he heard was mightily big And made him such a blinding fear to nurse And to hang behind a tree like a sprig. He was paralysed , too weak on every knee; He was stuck in a bush and just couldn’t flee, Turning to his grave the base of a tree – Now, he wished he’d ventured what he faced to see. Oh, how a small boy had tricked a big man With funny gun, took his valuables and ran. The big man got angry for that bugbear Didn’t move far but take a decision To knock the door of one with less fear Who cautiously assessed the apparition. She dared to analyse the spooky sight; Realized it was comic raised to great height. What made the man to have fainted and died, She hit with a pestle – he moaned and cried. The mugger was armed with a chicken drumstick; With firecrackers, he’d thickened his comic flick.