Strokes That Made Us🤭

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When i was a small boy i used to fume on anyone who crossed my path, and most of the times it was my mother,
Up to this hour as i pen down this poem, i can vividly remember the series of thorough beatings that i received from Mama when i was young,
Despite the tough times with my kinsfolk, there was a friend who’s love was unconditional, my lovely grandmother,
There was a time i would cry overnight, stupid thoughts would run through my mind “what if i was adopted? or maybe the doctors exchanged me with another kid at the maternity ward?”

Hold on, there’s this day i will never forget, I and my two brothers decided to follow our own rules, we woke up early before cock crow,
We wore our school uniform in darkness to avoid unnecessary commotion and softly sneaked out of our bedroom,
We didn’t even take breakfast, we avoided anything that would drag our little legs back, we couldn’t afford missing out of the phenomenal games day,
No one among us was a participant, we were among the hundreds of cheerleaders that turned up on the material day,

We were so happy, since i had a few coins that my uncle had given me, we ordered a few ice creams, drunk soft drinks and also ate sugarcane,
We were merry, happiness blossomed through our bowels, the day was perfectly moving as we had anticipated,
Now night was fast approaching, the sun was slipping from the skies heading back to it’s hiding palace,
The athletic games are now over, outsiders are leaving in clusters murmuring on the events that unfolded during the course of the day,

It was at this particular juncture that the three of us realized that we left our home without permission,
We were warmly welcomed by Mama, she served us dinner so we relaxed after all, little did we know that we were swimming in hot soup, it was a trap!
Immediately after finishing eating our meal, she locked the main door with a padlock and World War III began,
We were collectively beaten pants down like egg eaters, from that day i feared my mother please don’t joke with that woman, she’s capable of killing her own blood….šŸ¤­šŸ˜‚

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