Jesse Ojuka

Ego used to want a shiny answer 
When aunties would ask  “what do you do” 
But now I just bask in the blind and smirk of a red grape 
Will anyone be having peach tea from Berlin 
Give me courage and carp 
Turn me into brief candour 
Ask me what you really want to examine 
For it is eye that will tell you speak 
Leak on the beach of  time 
Fan of  more or malt?
Summersault to Spanish twix
Truly, I’m a mix