Twenty Youths, Twenty Years Poem by Tauhi_d O

different parents different homes
all we shared was just our genders
and our little naked fraternity
as we chase the orange ball around

we were all too young to know
that life will never be so fair to all
some will be poor others will be rich
some will be near, some will be out of reach

some went to universities, others did not.
hawking sachets of water to earn a living while others dwell in life's rot
to blame God for no reason

our youthful days, was carefree moments
to mama we would always run with bruised knees
after a little scolding we would always run back
to the arms for our waiting brethren

we always thought we would be friends forever
with no care in the world thanks to mama
with papa's whip always stretching forth
to curb the little juvenile comfort


I want my youth back
of running round the street of lagos
of my my friends who are now grown up
of my naked running all around the street