I am a single corn seed,

Vibrant ,yellow, happy and gay,

I am not enough to be a feed,

And I remain alone, no matter what you say.

I am a single seed of wheat,

I abide alone, lonely and bare,

I don't like pressure, I don't like the heat,

My calling is not to the cooking pot, my life is rare.

I have to grow, I have to spring forth,

To a place of death, I have to hold forth,

My mind is made up, I must become a tree,

I must be energetic, strong, fruitful and free.

It's hard to die, but I have to,

I have to be a shade for the poor,

I have to be fruit for the hungry,

I have to subject myself to rigid roots,

Buried under and trodden under foots,

I have to be fruitful and impactful,

But it's hard to die and that's just painful.

                                            - Negedu Blessing Ehi