I looked out of my window
I saw the lad they talked about
He could dance on a thread
I could hardly stand on a rope
So I told the lad what she said
He didn’t hesitate

I ambled down the street
I saw the man they talked about
He was covered with gray hair
and wrinkles were etched on his face
But I possessed none of these
So I told the man what she said
He heaved a deep sigh

I stood along the alley
and I saw the lady they talked about
She sang like a nightingale
But I could hardly beat a frog
So I told the lady what she said
She didn’t believe me

I walked into the market
and I saw the boy they talked about
He could run on air
I could barely walk thereon
So I told the boy what she said
Pray he understands

I rode along the highway
and I saw the girl they talked about
She had the beauty of an angel
I was no match for her
So I told the girl what she said
She pondered and walked away

I lay me down to sleep
and wisdom spoke again
But only my ears heard her
Then I knew it was true,
what she said
about a gift and an opportunity


Ogaga Eruteya is passionate about serving God and humanity. He believes people ought to be the best God wants them to be. He writes from Oyo, Nigeria.

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