I'M Vyktor! Poem by Vyktor Ekott

I’m Vyktor, that’s my name
The rejected baby, an issue of shame
A product of carelessness, I’ll take the blame
Abandoned to die, but I’m destined for fame.

I’m Vyktor, the son unwanted
Contemplated, I was to be aborted
But by God, the plan wasn’t supported
I am still alive, a son now celebrated.

I’m Vyktor, reserved and creative
Locally bred, a true Nigerian native
I speak with reasons, I’m very calculative
With friends and foes, I’m very selective.

I’m Vyktor, you think I’m naughty
I make you feel I’m spoilt and haughty
I’m now the envy of the strong and mighty
That’s because I’m blessed by God Almighty.

I’m Vyktor; Ekott is my surname
Son to heartless parents enjoying a sexual game
Fostered by a great man, who gave me a name
That’s my story, I’ll tell it without shame.

I’m Vyktor, ordained by destiny
A successful experiment under God’s scrutiny
To your poignant story, make mine a remedy
Pathetic! right? No, it’s a biological comedy.