Where did I put it, I don’t know,
I wasn’t paying attention when I put it away, that’s so,
It’s somewhere in the house, that’s true,
But where it is, is unknown to me and to you,

It’s somewhere in a safe place you see,
But where did I put it is a mystery,
Some day when I am not looking for it , it will appear,
I hope I find it in this year,
Where did I put it, I don’t know
I didn’t pay attention when I put it somewhere, that’s so.

He noticed something curious in photos of past generations,
That seemed so rife among the male gender of his relations.
All his forebears were hirsute deprived, or bald if you will;
If this was an omen of things to come, him it didn’t thrill!

At age twenty-three he sported shaggy, golden locks,
As thick and curly as that of an asian wild ox.
He nourished his crop with pomades and tender, loving care,
Hoping he could forever keep that beautiful head of hair!

For some reason at age thirty-eight his forehead did expand,
And tufts of hair clogged his comb, this he didn’t understand.
He spent hours before the mirror arranging his sparse tresses,
And in this having little success, just adding to his stresses!

A shiny patch of skin mysteriously appeared upon his crown,
And ’round his ears little was left but clumps of wispy down.
At age fifty-two he had no further need for his brush or comb;
There wasn’t a trace of hair to be seen upon his glossy dome!

For his plight he bought a “rug”, more delicately put, a toupee,
But his friends said he looked ridiculous, so he tossed it away.
“Bald is Beautiful and so Provocative”, he’d oft’ heard it said,
Still, he hid his gleaming skull ‘neath a snappy chapeau instead!

There are shortcuts to words on the computer,
WTG is one of them,
GG, GL, U2, GM, LOL, are some
ROFL, BRB, AFK, are more, Amen,

Some letters stand for two things too
HB is hurry back,
But it also stand for Happy birthday
A new lingo we are learning, a fact,

There are many more short cut to words to use
Like GH, GFU, to name a few.
The computer lingo has changed you see,
It’s fun, they might be new to you.

I will always remember every moment of that day.
It was in September 1987 after my sixth birthday.
And I will never forget the place too.
It was in the University of Ibadan zoo.

Every Sunday, my father took the whole family there.
It was like a family tradition that was to us, so dear.
But our zoo tradition came to an end that day.

We went to the zoo like every other Sunday.
We moved from hyenas to gorillas and donkeys,
Then we went on to give bananas to the monkeys.

The monkeys rewarded their benefactors with gymnastic displays.
I had seen it all before, but there was something new that day.

There were white people there, also feeding the monkeys,
And I had not seen a white person before in reality.
They attracted my attention and so much occupied my mind,
I did not know when my family moved on and left me behind.

It did not take long before I realised I was lost
And I cried thinking ’see what white people have caused.’
I started roaming round the zoo and crying profusely
Until I met a strange man who promised to help me.

He took my hand and helped me search for my family.
Until we bumped into each other as they also searched for me.
My mother was crying like the spinning of a broken record
And my father’s eyes were amber-red, but to cry he could not afford.

Immediately, they thanked the man and seized me by the hand.
We made for the gate and they swore it was the end.
Till this day, we’ve never been to the zoo again
And I will never stare at white people ever again.

This zoo event was tragic for a moment, but comic after all
And it would remain my Magic Moment forever more.

Some dinosaurs had tiny brains,
no larger than a pea.
When my teacher read that
it reminded her of me.