The Becomer Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Gone like the east wind across river nile
Now all meekness gotten will turn to bile
Time is still healing from stitches of nine
The years are shorter to regain what's mine
The old me is gone, replaced by anew
I would have kept him hidden, if I knew
I watch'd his shadowy steps as he goes
Being betray'd by lovely friends and foes
Now i've become an eccentric new man
'Tis time to start a wedge for anew plan
I pray to be made an overcomer
These are dire speeches of the becomer.