Was I Nutty! Poem by Haruna Garba

When ice cream was chief of feeds
I cried nonstop when I saw one
And that was how sentimental i was

When toys were most valuable to me
I made a grab seeing a friend with one
And that was the robber me

When grandma told mythological tales
I saw reality in those phantom characters of hers
And that was the emotional me

When game was so sweet to me
I dodged home chores for the pitch
And that was the egocentric me

When high heeled shoes were trendy
I held him pitiable anyone without a pair
And that was the intolerant me

When disco was utterly so chic
I mocked every listener of African tunes
And that was the bigoted me

When the world wasn't a global villa
I saw a villager in everyone from countryside
And that was the blinkered me

When any fashion came to land
Insanely, insanely I developed craze
And untouched, I had never left it

Now with all these insane pastimes
How would I be certain of my current state?