His Story Poem by Toyo Esuola

For so many years he laboured
For so many days he pondered
How all endeavors fell asunder
How so much he wondered
With so much integrity
He still lived a life of toil
Cos glory was far from reach
And his character he was not
ready to soil

They said it was a kind of curse
moving along generation
Some said he needed deliverance
To break the financial retardation

As time moved on quietly
He wallowed in his introspection
Admitting to his past mistakes
He listened in acquiesce to his correction

Like sunlight after rain
Showers of blessing poured in
All tears turned to laughters
It was like amiracle had dropped in

As the clock ticked on and on
As constant joy became clear
In a rocking chair he sat smiling
As happiness drowned his fear