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FALSE ACCUSATION

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

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About the Author

Country/Region: NGA

Favorite Poets: Inspired by an article in an old manuscript , It reads:, AXIOMS OF PERFECTION, In the physical order – In the realization of the dream of beauty, In the moral order – In the realization of the dream of love, In the intellectual order – In the realization of dream of poetry, In the spiritual order – In the realization of the dream of the mystics

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t. reflexion

t. reflexion

13 years 10 months ago

Rosi

Thank you.

I learnt my lessons ever since not to be hasty in accusing people,best wishes.

tr

t. reflexion

t. reflexion

13 years 10 months ago

Appreciation

Thank you, I am glad you like the piece. It is a confession, not to a holy father, but to the whole world. Best wishes.

tr