Imole Olusanya

“My dear child, I know you had your doubts about your birth. I couldn't tell you while I was alive so I left you this letter. Your real parents live in...” I stared at the unfinished letter in shock. How was I supposed to find my true identity? The contents of the letter were not surprising to me but my father had left me a puzzle to solve without any piece already solved. I ha tried to discover who my biological parents were when he was still alive but whenever I asked questions about them, my father gave evasive answers to my questions. I started my findings immediately. I checked his chest of drawers and shelves but nothing helpful was there. My father had a younger brother so I went to ask about my biological parents but he was not helpful either. My father had not confided in anyone about where he got me from. Although my mother had died seven years ago, I had to ask her relatives too. That was not helpful either. She equally did not confide in any of her siblings. At that poi...

  I am friends with a guy who has just one friend. My friend is a sheep his brother is a bull his sister is a snake his mum is a pig his dad is a chameleon his twin is a goat his friend is a dove they are what they are. This poem introduces us to a family and each member of the family is described as an animal. They are to be seen as the attributive character of the animals they are called.