I Died
17th November, 2015 Writers

Right from an early age 

As the words began to spill and those small feet marching to school

It was rammed into my consciousness

Go to school

Get good grades

Graduate and serve Nigeria

Get a good job

Marry and have children and take of your children's children

Is that not the essence of life?

I should be happy, shouldn't I?

Life should be treating me well.

No, it is not.

Even though I have all and it seems I've achieved everything. 

My life is not what it seems.


I lost it all to get it all. 

What did I gain?

A life of regrets.

Oyo, Nigeria
  • A poem about life's struggles which never seem to end.

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