I’m a chameleon
Right from birth, I have always been.
I adapt easily to all situations, I dont accept loans
It seems i’m a super being.
When in Rome, do like the Romans
But when on earth, do as humans.
My dad is gay,
He came to me one day and said we should do it
Immediately, I changed my colour and became gay
We did it and I changed back- back from heat.
What my dad did wasn’t a lure,
I’m just a chameleon, changing my colour.
I travelled to heaven,
Everything was white- very pure and spotless
I immediately changed colour; no more, no less
As I relaxed and made it my safe haven.
God sent me back, saying that I’d have more to do on earth.
Whdn I’d returned, people looked at me like a prophet.
I am zilchophobic; I fear nothing
I tread gently on lofty heights.
My abilities was not man made, twas God given.
I’m prone to almost everything.
Growing up as an ‘ajekpako’ in Naija has made me strong.
I can and will whthstand all situations.
Call me ‘the chameleon’ that’s my name,
I was bred up to face life squarely.
I bear witness to different kinds of ‘hard stuff’ daily
I crush and make them lame.
Don’t hate for this,
Twas how I was made- a colour changing being.