Unfolding realities

Little did I know as a kid,
Many as I grow older.
That the use of left hand is wrong,
But it is still my limb.
That Eagrets gives white fingers,
But there is genetic compositions.

Little did I know as a Bachelor,
Many as I got married.
That you can eat at friends house,
But then your wife is at home;
That it will be 'happily ever after'
But there are misunderstanding;

Little did I know about future,
Many as it get closer.
That It is hard to survive,
But I am ascending into success.
That Nigeria will divide,
But we are at the verge of Change.

Akinsehinwa Damilola

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