I know I have written about

this many times

but this is just a sinister crisis;

In the class room, you could

see this man happily hugging

the death of normality,

the treachery of numbers he revealed,

with such comfort,

not knowing what this was doing to me

Math!

my! is that word bitter or what?

this teacher wanted

me to understand hieroglyphics

the wrong way,

why didn't he tell me to go

register for an egyptian class?

I would have done so gladly

And I as he distributed

those white bombshells, test papers,

my! was I bound to lose the war,

my confidence was battered,

I could only hide in a trench

of my private revision,

which rescued me partially

from this mental bully,

which choked my brain

to an eloquent dumbness

with which I know speak

The titanic of numbers

had made me a human wreck

and I sunk deep

in the sea of misunderstanding!

Help!

                          By Kakraba Afful