Holding Hands 


Once when I was young

It has been so long

When the world was still beautiful and fair

When I hadn’t known the evil there
Every little thing was worth pursuing

Because there was light therein

I had no cause to cry

Except when I tell a lie
Then I and friend would play together

From dawn to dusk seemed like forever

Share things – we would hold hands

Everytime when we could
Then I grew up and met boy

The quiz of his fondness all so coy

I would often get lost in thought

Thinking of all the inner battles I’ve fought
He likes me or he likes me not

My stomach would tie up in knots

Then friend will say ” He likes you my dear dear friend

I saw you people holding hands “

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Pencilmarks and Scribbles Magazine was founded in 2017 by Clara Jack to be a home for African writers, asking them to come as they are and giving them room for growth. The publication aims to give back to the Nigerian Literary scene for the things it has given us.