Once Upon A Decade by Amuda Abbas Oluwadamilola

While the time I was young

I imagined money grew like fruits of the udara tree,

Plucked with little or no stress.

A little while,

Imaginations changed

And money had to be plucked from the tree

With stones and sticks

In frenzied hauls of hustle.

I finally knew the distance between seasons

When my thoughts became ripe

Walking into that same compound

That housed my childish thoughts

And realizing by myself

That I was totally wrong

And the distance between me and money’s fruit

Was climbing the compound tree

To its very tip.

---

Amuda Abbas Oluwadamilola is a sophomore at Ahmadu Bello University, Nigeria. He is a literature enthusiast and budding book reviewer with one passion: giving back to the writing community with volunteering services. When he's not writing, he's doing what he knows second best: Mobigraphy - [Mobile Photography].