Prodigal Poem by Daniel Ojukwu

A once upon a saintly time
A saint, Sade was called
The apple of her mother's eye
A saint in flesh and blood

She'll do no wrong
I swear to god
A saint in flesh and blood
And when with boys
She won't stay long
I swear, I swear to god

A once upon a childhood day
A piece of meat to steal
A calling test for young sade
Who passed it on to me

An insult here would fly to there
But young sade would say
The words you say without a care
Would hurt your next today

She'll do no wrong
I swear to god
A saint in flesh and blood
And when with boys
She won't stay long
I swear, I swear to god

In honesty, the tendency
To lie was never there
So every word she chose to speak was gospel to the ear

The perfect child, the spirit-filled
A model to the young
But saintly times were slowly killed
When Uncle came along

'He likes to touch and rub me down'
The witty girl would say
But momma-wise would shut her down
Cos "he just wants to play"

She'll do no wrong
I swear to god
A saint in flesh and blood
And when with boys
She won't stay long
I swear, I swear to god

Big uncle wants to share a room
With his own flesh and blood
So every night he turns a groom
And fuels her hunger more

A saintly time may just return
As uncle makes to leave
until we learnt it may be gone
Her virtue yearns to give

She wants to sell as uncle said
To young or old and rich
As long as that would keep her fed
Her fences may be breached

She's knocking off the competition
Taking out her time
And known to every politician
Who can pay a dime

She'll do no wrong
I swear to god
A saint in flesh and blood
And when with boys
She won't stay long
I swear, I swear to god