The Yahoo! Boy
My life’s more than a fable
All I ever wanted was available
I club, bubble and gamble
blowing money like bubbles
My 32 were always in royal rumble
with chicken, chip and ‘crunchables’
Ladies I slay in doubles
my way of being respectable
Now, life is a very hot crucible
ladies gone to greenly pastured stables
No family or friend dependable
so lonely and despicable
Everyday has been a chain of troubles
Pigs now spare me stuff off their tables
My ribs and collar bones palpable
on my life poverty nibbles
In my thoughts one day I stumbled
going back may be the only way pliable
All I’ve done may be pardonable
If Father’s presence is approachable
Father, I’ve done things not laudable
A thought of being your son inconceivable
I’ve been a child so irresponsible
Please take me back, I’ll scrub marble
As I approach home with gait unstable
My glimpse He caught afar off like pebble
Waiting for me? Impossible!
‘Just praying He’ll find me forgivable
Towards me He came, unbelievable!
In His out stretched arm I tumbled
Dad! my past ways are unacceptable…
“Son! Explanations, not applicable”
Father’s love is so incredible
Even if you think you are incorrigible
Stop thinking! His ways are indecipherable
Come now! His MERCY is still accessible
Written by O’dayo Afolabi
