I was a genius of my time,
I was a kid, but I flight kite in the air,
I am the remote control with my force.

I was so fast than plane,
I played with drone without drain,
I am a rod with ton of ideas,
you can’t break me.

Back then I lack the tool to mark,
the map of my boundaries.

I organized infantry to defeat
other kids from my neighborhood.

I go to war without mission only for
missing of my mixing mud and water.

I am so creative right from cradle
I never know, searching for my calling
far across the border, I never bother it’s
right in me, I carry it alone in the gene.

Tap your chest it’s not trap, your
calling is right in you, never search
too far, I have tried the same, it never work.

By: Auwal Uba Mustapha