POETRY OF NO GENRE part 3 by JOE ELLAH. (Summer Lagos 2021 Collection) PONG3

Almost 26

into the eyes of the mind
outta the heart of the grind
present day,Lagos city Naija
my home since 95
90s child
weaving thru Ikoyi
da beauty, the chaos
the 9 to 5
925 - September 25
I couldn't smile.. All I
did was cry
Mama had a child..and Hola
He was I

into the eyes of a kid
10 year old
couldn't wait to be a teen
No baby class
attending adult Mass
boost your little self esteem
Tough lil guy
sipping vanilla was the only time
I Scream.. I mean, ice cream
sipping that on the way to Wole's crib
yeah, I mean the real Soyinka
I was a fresh candle, spark he was
cos at 12, the LUMINA enkindled I

potential farmer at 18
cos all I ever saw was Green
edible money, call it
Cash crops like green..
I'm talking burning trees
like green
Alternative Attitude, Da Grin
onion noodles over pesto
cos it made my tommy spin
the grass on the other side
is green
till you find yourself in it
and for all I knew
I was Green
Green behind the gills

At 21, papa got time yeah
no time to say no time
emotions soared up, high there
and uncles wished he die there
I don't just face my fears
I fight them
and Hi Dear, it was I there
between my eyes, my forehead
you see a third Eye there?
search deep in my soul
you see a grand idea?

What is life but
A tiny speckle of memory
In the endless face of eternity
From the first day
i pronounced the word Mum
Made some success with sums
Wore my first socks
And picked my haircut
I always knew there was more
There's got to be more!

So I pray and puff some more
and I
don't break a back bout things
in life,
Almost 26, I know life is just a pre
to life
There's got, to be life out there
but life
but where is it? I sit and think
anyone out there?, I ask

Dunno what I want
Or what I should need
But I know spiritual bliss, Money
And Fame would make the full list
A blend of both sides
To balance my Libra Scale
Father, for these I pray

Almost 26
and my spirit lives
Bohemian storytELLAH
my spirit bleeds
my old soul searches
for my own breed
and it tranceeds
Money, power, fame
and a big house
To impress my pedigree
Or the highway to heaven
flashing a ticket like "Let me in"

What's life but
Moments and Memories
finding your balance
with the right clan
if ever there's a right clan
for the Bohemian Breed
the naturally artistic ones, tasked
with keeping the artistry alive
the ones with which I align
the ones which became I

I remember the beginning
God gave me a clean slate
I'll write my stories in gold letters
Rap them on a mixtape
Will I die a quiet business man
with a Million Dollar Briefcase
Or will I die a loud StorytEllah
who's stories forever replay
I'm almost 26
and heaven only knows

into the eyes of the mind
outta the heart of the grind
present day,Lagos city Naija
my home since 95
90s child
weaving thru Ikoyi
da beauty, the chaos
the 9 to 5
925 - September 25
I couldn't smile.. All I
did was cry
Mama had a child..and Hola
He was I

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