The entrance to success was by long distance travels
Hunger, tasty tongues of no sweet but bitter kola nuts
Traditionalists knows its value, hence may crack jokes with it.
Its’ very first bite gave my chin a frown, and I did regret it
But it became a combination of bitter and sweet swallowed spite
My taste buds were numb but agile than it could fight.
The bitter kolanut creates the magic that neutralises
Beneath her name to the top toxicity in the door-post of years
But as I chewed, I felt less of hard times….
I tasted the cements, and saw the walls
Walls, built in the past by little cart from bitter kolanuts…
And the structure of the present time got muscles from its stress
Which carried my bonnets to the farthest corner in towns
From bicycles to cars from caps to a crown not meant for clowns
Suddenly I began to shout and sing in libraries and quite terrains.
God bless those who put bricks in my walls
That fixed the bitterness from the kolanuts
And made me utilize materials for the patterns,
Of challenges I met, and that which hardened my zeal
Life is rich in challenges but like a bitter kola, from low or up the heel
Challenges are not sweet but it neutralizes a stagnant mindset.