Memories Of My Puerility

Time flies like a wild fly

Rapid growth washed away my early recreation

My alter-egos have neglected the old bond

Who will rewind the time?

Epochs of creativity

I built clay and sandy house

I am creative with my recreation

Even my invented inventory inspired my career

I am glad to see my creativity

What will inspired my heart?

Our family play is awesome

We acted like real family

We allured ourselves and feed our jaw with sand

I sliced my leaflet into currency

I care not about the pain that elders will inflicted me

B'cause My will is fulfilled.

Era of hunting insect and birds

I hunted for butterfly like bush-meat

I destroyed innocent nest of birds

I tend to keep them yet I hurt them  

My love kill them 

Who will rewind the time?

Days of dancing in the rain 

With my rip pants, I have no shame

My love for rain made me to wet the mat

my blanket suffered oceans of rain that I rained.

Memories of gifted gifts

When My mom bought okirika for me,

I wear it like rich kid

My friends are eager to see it

So am I when my friends brought their new gift.

How can I forget the great instrumentalist?

Singing my nursery rhymes in the evening

Neighbours are scared of my presence at home

they named me "Ayanwale"

Yet I never seized to stop drumming and singing;

It's indeed era of great instrumentalist.

Era of mollycoddle

Crying when in the prison cloth

My momma stuck junks in my lunch box

And stuck sweet in my mouth

whenever I cried, I found Sweetness in my mucus

I licked it delightful

Who will coddle a grown man? 

Memories of my Puerility

My heart is dying to have you back

To have era of freedom and love

Era of great inventor from my childhood

Oh dear epoch!

when shall you come back?