MY CHRONICLE

This is the story of my life
Long ago, I came to this world
Through the tongue of a weaker sex
I was named after the pastures of passing streams

Was given out to ilocoparentis
Who pretended to be good semi-parents
Many years later, after
A long period of ideological combat

With my true parent, for my true identity
Many of my relatives
Paid with their blood and time
To liberate me from subjugation to sovereignty

But they never lived to see me enjoy it
When I was an adolescent
I tried many things, issues, ideas and theories
I even went into adventures

And played games like monopoly and scrabble
But I never won in any of those games
I was more of a futility
Many times, I was used as collateral

For loans, I knew nothing about
Many people died for my sake
Some for just and others for unjust causes.
Recently became a full grown adult

With unkempt hair all over my face and chest
My major problems now are
People calling me fool
Because I am aged above forty

Yet still reasons like a lad
… A fool, because I am rich
But live in perpetual penury.
… A fool, because I am as fertile as the earth

But never care or even show concern for my people
…A fool, because I was educated
But still lacks common sanity
… A fool, because I have good computers

But allowed Trojan and his brothers to rest in them
…A fool, because I have many things
But use them all for philanthropy
… a fool because have many good mansions

But my children are still living with my neighbors.
My grand parents are not better of
They are the cause of my dilemma
If I have only seventy years to live now

Then I must change my basis
May be by revolution or faith
I must learn to redeem my lost glories
I must utilize all it takes in me to be all the best…

I must be the change I want to see
This is my chronicle… this is who I am.
But wait…! Who am I?