It started like a play at work
I saw some scary shaded forms
Meet a good sister of a friend
The rest is a tall tale you hear

Our people say this all the time
A trickster does not put his hand
In the pocket of one his kind
Lest the two pass others their mess

Looks deceive people a whole lot
The more innocent, the least suspect
Grave is the danger it can cause
Vigilance becomes the watchword

Forgive me if I do not sound clear
It is also not clear to me
What I was doing those odd years
Stagnant water in the sun dried

Hard time fetched hunger and weight loss
Not from any form of sickness
I became a mere skeleton
Hardly recognized by people

The so called friends had disappeared
Job loss became the devil’s hell
The heat came from the things deprived
Faded oversized clothes said it all

Blame not the external factors alone
Adam fell with Eve just for love
Same goes with brave Mark Anthony
He abandoned fight for Cleopatra

Blinded by bullshit, I lost out
I fought reason with sentiment
To protect a budding monster
That turned to take a toll on me

This wilderness is not a place
For many are doing well here
It’s a lack amidst plenty
Desert took over my small world

Walk with me to remote inside
Elusive are the phantom pathways
The actual conduit is confused
Pay a good attention to the signs

When an era comes to the end
Attempts to restore prove hard
Till decay consumed the living
And rot builds up from the inside

You see scenes on movies played out
You say these are mere make-believe
They are true, one way or another
My yarn is like motion picture

I met someone who needed help
The girl with shy innocent looks
Turned-out a woman suddenly
When her secrets became exposed

Having failed to meet the cut-off
I couldn’t bend the rules for her
And this position, I made clear
As a matter of principle

You have an upper in English
Teach me the use of articles
That I may improve my writings
To write better pieces one day

Unwittingly, I become ensnared
When I offered hand in amity
With dates to what followed after
And black pills too hard to swallow

I was doing well before now
At least, I did not beg to eat
Until my days turned into nights
When chameleon changed its colour

Listen to counsel from your kith
They are the mirror that reflect
Our aspirations and failures
Their fear may save you some trouble

But in my particular case
I did the very opposite
I called the bluff and damned them all
Till it hit me hard and thorough

Having been a victim of lies
I am a wounded lion now
Drained and tired, I gasp for air
This is wilderness experience