A mistake i’ll repeat.

Rumors have it they’re made of light,
Books confirmed words to be right,
Humility they showed with all might,
Till a baked man booked a flight,
Others, on their knees at his sight.
One uncle well stood up right,
Said ‘Couldn’t bow he who can’t write,
Bigdaddy then left him to his plight,
Cursed, banished uncle from home,
Out in wilderness, he began to roam,
Laid on fire, since there was no foam,
Took only a thing from Father’s premise,
Permission to repeat mistake on others.

He’s now a successful HR here
Recruiting to his flames there,
For on Biggy’s name he swore
To employ all that he can,
Biggy sure knows he will,
Reason he sent beings a will.
His strength is taking the blame,
Ex-staff, he well knows the game,
There’s already dirt in his name,
He wants others to be same.
Well gifted with fame,
Barely needs a time frame,
To perfectly poach his game.

I write not to preach,
Still learning, can’t teach,
Lust love is what uncle has-
One bold enough to try Biggy,
Surely has nothing to offer.
I’m screaming a muted woofer,
Pray, dear prey, or you’ll suffer.
Biggy is in your mind,
Seek, you’re sure to find,
For you here on a mission,
Focus, know your vision,
Don’t do ‘com si, com sa’,
Two paths back home, make a decision.

Luke(Look) at Mark, John, hear proverbs,
There’s a cheerful uncle ready to give
Part of what a cheerful daddy owns and will give.

Tomide Abdul