Depression After Flying Colours
Four to five years in school
Wrote my exams in flying colours
Celebrated with friends in the mood
And graduated with very good honours
All thought was that after school
Life was going to smile on me
Never knew how obstinate he could be
To have left me to face reality
Everyone including mom congratulated me
Thinking that luck was going to shine on me
Employment was going to come knocking at my door
Never knew my imagination was going to the mud
Days, weeks and months of job hunting past
Though I felt relaxed and undisturbed
And there she came knocking at my post
Why ain't you still employed?!!
She looked so disappointed and frail
All I could feel was her tears, insults and pain
Thoughts streaming down my limbo
How to make money and take care of Mama was just my alternate concern.
That peaceful afternoon, I just wanted to be high
because I couldn't condole and swallow all her cry
Then a friend had to show me the way
Shine your eyes', that was all I heard that day
Gradually, way of life, dressing and speaking style changed,
I began speaking the language of the gods and shared home with animals
All knowing I was dragging my reputation to the mud
All I just wanted was RBS to give to Mama
I couldn't face the harsh realities of these world
I couldn't condole Mama's tears, insults, and pain
All I just wanted was to make RBS for Mama and be called a Bobo
And gradually it ended with a tears furrowed concerto
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