CHUKWUEMEKA

I have come a long way, 
Hustling and tussling the way, 
I have seen shege and shegu, 
But shegenchi keeps staring at me. 

Life, not a bed of roses, 
Fate has never been fair, 
Ego turns man up and down, 
What a life! 

If you are birthed a man, 
Your neck bears the cross, 
Responsibility a call, 
The journey of man, comes with sweat. 

I have come a long way, 
To tell my tales, 
of bachelorhood, 
I have over grown the age. 

I need a soulmate, 
Not a bed mate, 
To complement my vision, 
Before I stuck in confusion. 

Loneliness dwells in my abode, 
Soon grey hairs will mock me, 
For not finding a helpmeet, 
Marriage a blissful institution. 

I will marry when I want;
a folktale, 
Marriage is calling, 
Who will be my bride?