Whilst weekend purse went lean
Except for five Naira tucked away
For a time like this, in a book
I couldn’t find the money
I left my doors always open
That is just who I am
Frustrated in my search
I leveled accusation
On the little boy next door
Assertive quiz, convinced
Ingenuousness stood tall
I was the one who lost money
Three months have passed
Strain continued to dig the divide

I picked up John ploughman’s Talk
On a fine afternoon, guess what I saw
A neat five Naira bill, tucked away
For a rainy day, which came and went
My God! It was not a dream
Cold chill gripped my fear
To wrong an innocent child
I summed up my broken nerves
Knocked on the neighbour’s door
Though difficult as it was
Tendered admission of guilt
Hush was what I got
The brave act renewed friendship
A Lessons learnt for a lifetime
Never to accuse when in doubt