You want to hear of an African story?
...My story I mean ?
Well I'll tell you,
but it's not flashy
and it has no fairytale beginning;
like you're used to,
those of "once upon a time" or "long long time ago".
Who do you take me for, Methuselah?
Everyone claims they were born in
but they won't tell you which 90's
they're referring to.
Even those born in 1890 can still claim the same,
(if they're still alive)
Correct me if you may.
English is the 3rd... oh actually 4th
language I adopted
through lashings from my elementary
Maybe all of you should thank
you're reading this story because of
her determined lashings.
Actually I was born in the real 90's
I'm talking about 1990 to be precise.
The only thing I'm not sure is
the day and month.
But I'm sure is not earlier than June
and not later than mid July.
Thanks to the little mathematics
that I was again forced to learn through
recital of mathematical tables
...i rounded of my birthday to 6th
of July 1990.
I don't know why July 6.
I just wanted to answer that question
that always pops up
in job interviews, when joining school
even by that girl that I want to date.
Humans are so easy to please.
Maybe the only date that will be true
will be that of my death certificate.
unfortunately that won't matter
most to me.
This poem really brings out the best in you and your writing is well portrayed as well as felt. I like the story line and it feels real like as if you the writer is telling the story while the reader is listening...nicely penned and enjoyed!
Thank you once again for the comment Meena,I appreciate.
2 years ago
by Ben Pickard
This is wonderful, from-the-heart stuff and was told brilliantly throughout. I can see that people have suggested editing, but I think that would actually take the gloss off this; sometimes things can be overproduced and you lose the honest feel of the piece.
Thanks Ben, I thought maybe I should write something different and it feels much better writing it this way. Thanks again.
2 years ago
Hi back to comment in full (takes head from up ass lol)
This has a real emotional and personal feel to it. I like the structure as always and the way you intrigue the reader by asking if they want to hear a story as stories are always good especially those personal to us. Who doesn't like a good story?
Then on you go... I'd like to say though none of us have fairy tale stories and if somebody tells you otherwise then know they are lying (lol) some may have had better starts etc but none are perfect.
I'd like to thank your teacher for teaching you English as otherwise I wouldn't be able to read this (as I only know little spurts of French and Spanish) and we'd not be able to converse at all.
As Hellon Said there are times/cultures that don't have birth certificates but I could imagine you not knowing your birthday. I'd love to be able to choose mine though, that would be awesome as I hate mine but I suppose it's a part of me and always will be even if I lose my marbles (which is possible)
A harsh ending of the only date being true is that which will be on your death certificate but we are all heading the same way so very true.
Beautiful, sad and intriguing write.
Take care, Em
This was raw..I think it could have been a little better written and.if you edit it out it will be. Regardless it spoke to me and, although I think you may have been speaking through the voice of an ancestor the message still came through...I know many children in certain countries don;t have birth certificates but...I think that was before you were born?