MY VOICE PROBLEM

The sound of my voice has always baffled me,
always sounding higher than I want it to.
It has put me on the hall of fame list for noise
makers in secondary school on more times than
I could count on my fingers and toes.
Although, I suspect the list maker has this tinge
of jealousy colouring his judgment
because my name not only tops the list of noisemakers
It also tops the class list, making my teacher
to give me that “He can be salvaged look”.
Then there is this problem of everybody knowing my secrets.
I bet there was a time when I thought people knew
exactly what I was thinking, or was it the time
I thought my phones were tapped.
I just caught the culprit recently, guess who?My voice!
I will be whispering my inner secrets.I mean inner sanctum secrets
to someone, with the normal assurance
that it is safe. Alas!
I was actually broadcasting.
Or was it the time I had a conversation with my uncle?
I kept noticing that there was something amiss,
but did not know what it was.
I was wiser when my mother called me aside
and told me never to insult or shout at my uncle.
Poor me! I was bewildered.
I had tried different means in the art of containment and curtailing,which on some occasion had been both internal and external.Like the time I used a rope to tie my neck and scrap at my tongue.i dumped this novel and noble idea because both conspired to kill me.Dangerous world you might say!Imagine a rope and a spoon conspiring to kill a grown man.Times have really changed!
But don’t go off thinking that I have always had it bad.
There certainly have been positive occasions .
Like the time a delusional group thought
i was a visiting professor.I had an ecstatic twenty four hours.
What gave me up was my small size.
May be ,I will look for another delusional group
or better still pose as a small sized but
big voiced professor.
The peck of the new office won’t be that bad.
But that means I will have to join ASUU,
in their fight with the long necked president.Poor me!
Perhaps, I should stop talking and start writing
That has a little problem of its own.
How do I practice my medicine without talking?
Poor me!