[center][/center][size=8pt][/size]who am I? They often tell me,
I step out from my cell,
composed,contented and sure,
like a lord from his manor

Who am I? They often tell me,I speak with my jailers,
Frankly,familiar and firm,
As though I was in command.

Who am I? They also tell me,
I bear the days of hardship,unconcerned,amused and proud,
Like one who usually wins.

Am I really what others tell me?
Or am I only what I myself know of me?
Troubled,homesick,ill,like a bird in a cage gasping
For breath,as though one strangled me,thirsty for
Colours,flowers,songs of birds,kind words,for human company,quivering with anger
at despotism and petty insults,anxiously wailing for
Great events,helplessly worrying about friends far away
empty and tired of praying,of thinking of working,
exhausted and ready to bid farewell to it all.

Who am I? This or the otber?
Am I then, this today and the other tomorrow?
Am I both of the same time? In public, a hypocrite and by myself,a contemptible,
Whining weakling?
Or am I to myself,like a beaten army,flying in disorder from a victory already won?

Who am I? Lonely question mocks me.
Who I really am. You know me, I am thine. GOD!!!(Phonixy 2013)

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As for me,its THINGS FALL APART-prof.chinua achebe!!!!!

[b][/b] Gud morn'n everybody!!! Am a novice in dis chat central!!! So wats gud??

I won't miss it 4 d world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Alarm activated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ; ;DD
Where r d female folks??

The Concubine by Elechi Amadi,Things Fall Apart by Chinua Achebe!!!

The title dat best fits dis poem is LOST LOVE.

Ha ha! Hw is it possible? Is she a witch?

Watching her leave,makes me cry,not the cry of having loss her but the cry of been blindly in love: if i could turn the hands of the clock to when and where we met,i would have corrected this mistake;but its too late 4 me to do anything than to watch my world crumbling before my eyes. I won't put the blame on her but on me! I refused to heed to the warning of the thunder,as a result of this,i have been dreached in the rain, God i come to u as a prodigal son,forgive me for not been heedful, I promise to watch before leaping