Curiosity makes one stick out a neck
and another find lost treasure.
It drives one to see every speck,
searching as if under pressure.
He’ll read meaning to every peck
prying deeply without measure.
Defying strain from a long trek,
employing probing that shuns liesure.
How does it taste?
Is it sweet or bitter?
Tell me in a haste,
no time to check the meter.
That looks like waste!
No way to conserve better?
It’s pepper and groundnut paste,
It probably suits the weather.
I’m not done with curiocity,
I’ve considered obesity,
wondered about ethnicity,
pondered upon tenacity,
reasoned around atrocity,
weighed results of publicity
and settled for simplicity.
Out of curiosity, many have strayed,
due to curiosity, solutions have emerged.
Which side should I have stayed?
With whom would I have merged?
Being nosy, always snooping
may not be wrong but may have odds.
Scrutiny and inquisitiveness often reveals.
Just wondering… Am I a curiosity myself?
Author: Nnamonu Tochukwu