FROM A NOSTALGIC ADULT
I miss my innocence,
I miss the time when I said
“Breaking time” and “ poo poo”
Didn’t know the price of garri,
Couldn’t say my house address,
Couldn’t spell my surname.
I miss my ignorance,
I miss the times when I didn’t
Put my trousers below my waist,
When I feared darkness,
Cried bitterly and noisily,
Didn’t know my failings.
I miss my childhood,
Times when I didn’t know the differences;
Rich and poor;
North and south.
Didn’t know the things under her skirt,
The thing between her legs.