My Private Part Poem by Emmanuel Aneto

Hip! Click! ! the world hops across my life’s track
tens of times pause crawling on cradle
tip toeing like some aged monks in their dark sack
yet stumbling rumble against flimsy hurdle

a score and five years just sublimated like nothing
leaving blunt and hollow mirages of images
some staggering, daunting and stunting setting
screened unjustly amidst yawning edges

as Christ was presented to the temple
my mum laboured and rushed out after communion
to let me into this abode of mystery and misery to grapple
with the dominion of the divine opinion

oh! today I celebrate my 25th burial anniversary
I cease to be a man boy but a boy man
in all these years I never was not a missionary
some kind of god-forsaken suckling cow

today am a ripe sizzling man
ready for whatever giant stride
than
some spicy rosy ride

I grew up in a wretchedly rich background
my papa a successful pauper
and mama a petty pretty promising peasant but sound
yet love glued all together however

this year I became a king in a silver robe
like the black barack in the white house
ready to begin my one out of last academic probe
but the mystery of my life am yet to browse

oh God may I never depart your sight
keep my life bright as this candle light
and my mind as white as it is white
this oh! God is my heart’s delight
this is a piece of my private part