WE ALSO NEED MENTORS by Bamigbola Silas

We were boys bearing our fathers' names

Looking for how to create names for ourselves

We knew not the way through this ancient terrain

We wandered off and drifted away

Getting lost at night under bridges

Antique boys who have become men

Were cruel enough

Not to delineate maps for us to use

Through this roller coaster ride

Yesterday, I asked a supposed 'sage'

How he did it

He babbled and shrugged me off

We are still driving through this tumultuous route

Please, who will lead us?

Who will tell us the stories of

'When men were boys'

I wish our elderly males

Will become a light

To carry us on their wings

And tell us how they survive

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