Papa, where were you? when we Trekked to school; no sandals nor shoes

 
 
PAPA WHERE WERE YOU
(To all run-away Fathers)
 
For the years we were fed with hunger
And starved with food,
For the years we celebrated Christmas
With mere white rice
Having no single touch of stew
Papa, where were you?
 
Where were you when for miles
We trekked to school,
Paraded the coal mines
Barefooted; no sandals nor shoes
 
My uniforms were worn out
New ones mama couldn’t brew
My classmates ditched out
Threads of mockery, and made me a spool
It was unbearable
So I broke a classmate’s tooth
 
Headmaster heard of it
He said he needed to meet with you
Of course you were in a bottomless pit
So although mama tried to speak
They said we need his father, not you
 
But through all these, papa
Where were you?
 
When we couldn’t afford the light bills
And mama said education is key
So I studied all night with candle beams
My sight got bad,
Today I resort to glasses
But in all this, papa
Where were you?
 
Although I say where were you
Papa this poem isn’t actually for you
But for the sisters in my neighborhood
To be independent and have a means of livelihood
So in case they meet men like you
They wouldn’t go through
The pains you put mama through
 

 Written by Obiene Solomon, Creative Writer