Can I Be Your Shoe Mender? ? Poem by Mfonobong Ituen

This is me
Taking pride in my profession
A shoe MENDER I am
I can mend all the worn parts
Least they depart and never returned

This is me
Here's my honor I shy not
Where dignitaries meet on my wooden cracked table
Where termites race to compete
I mend all the worn parts
Least they depart and never returned

On the early new dawn of the week
Upon this soldier's shoe I stumbled
A prayer to start, here's come a tale " my new shoe I bought to fasten up set for the fight. A fight with no medal, I set the pedal on going. Stepping on all hard thugs, beneath the mountains I race not to be erased. The deadliest path, I mounted. A call to duty, yes I responded. Away in Sambisa, away from little Alicia all home alone. On the soldier's boat I quench fire outburst, steppzon the coals to cold. I eluded the ghost bullet, rolling and sliding through mud. A slippery floor, a trap by the enemies just to see me fall.
On the hills so far away
I made my way across the dead land
All thanks to my soldier's shoe
Saving my feets leaving the body unarmed
So I walked back home
Rat-atat-tat I'm home again

Curtains draws..."

Come along you all
Whose bed have your boat been under?
Is it worn by the Racists, Injustice, Rapists, Hunger, broken hearted fellow?
Who wore it? I know it's hard to say, I wonder
All on my now one leg incomplete project by Mr/Mrs Termites
Though Rusty and dusty now
Here lies tales of untold life
To be told. Iyour shoe mender will tell
For this is my gains
Least y'all depart and never returned

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