I am OLUGBOYEGA OLUFEHINTI BENSON
But Mr James Oshe changed it to GBOYEGA OLUFEHINTI BENSON
Others even call me BOYEGA OLUFENTI BENSON
Thank God all still ended with BENSON.
I am the boy who was never christened BIDEMI
Even though PAPA wasn't around when MAMA gave birth to me
That was coz daddy went on a journey
To fetch home some needful money.
I do accompany MAAMI to the market
Coz even at six, I had no target
And I often consume plenty roasted corn
All coz I was the last born.
At age seven, I found my way to basic school
Since the Home-Alone situation was no longer cool
I never enjoyed the company of my then class mates
Simply because they weren't my age mates.
I do play around the street while in good mood
ENIOLA, IDOWU, TOPE, OLAJINDE and AYO LOMBE were all in my hood
Then OGUNLEYE surfaced as a new friend
So, crossing to the down street became a new trend.
KEHINDE, FRIDAY, BIDEMI and MONDAY were all in my class
And we have in our midst a group of pretty lass
No wonder walking home from school was always tireless
Even when things we discussed were sometimes baseless.
Mr EKUNDAYO isolated me from this friendship group
And then, I formed a standard troupe
Where HASSAN, ADE, YETUNDE and RAMAT were loyal members
And before I knew it, we doubled the initial numbers.
The university isn't a fun-catching juncture
But a place to strengthen one's future
Thank God JAGO, RANKY, OROBO, SAMY, MAYOR and SILVER made themselves available
Thereby making my visions achievable.
There was the need to obey the clarion call
Then I found myself at MANGU Hall
The breeze alone got me amnesia
Thank God I wasn't diagnosed of Pneumonia
PETER the psychologist would go on to prove mental theories
Common headache to him, has a theory
Meeting HEALING JONAH wasn't by choice but coincidence
Else, I would have had a lot to battle with my conscience.
FUNMI, SUSAN, DONALD, IFY and VINCENT were all in my P. P. A
Even though we've never been to B. B. A
Doctor OSAZE was my corper colleague
Though we didn't belong to the same professional league.
Ten plus seven makes it seventeen
It's no longer news that we are in year twenty-seventeen
Twenty-seventeen divided by one-seventeen gives u a number
Add ten minus two to the gotten number
I bet you would get twenty-something number.
Because it's my born-day
So, I decided to make it a poetry-day.