Sola Akanbi

It’s been so long and if feels like yesterday I could only be silent until today Still remember the laughter and joy you spread Just anytime and to everyone you met I can’t forget the prayers you prayed On every thing and for everyone even unmet It’s still this hard to let you go even at four years running I shed more tears Still wish it didn’t happen that way, that time and to you I wish I had one more chance to tell you how much you blessed my life WRITTEN - 27 March 2009

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Re: A Nation’s Identity Crisis

Identity crisis– a disorientation concern­ing one’s sense of self, val­ues, and role in soci­ety, often of acute onset and related to a par­tic­u­lar and sig­nif­i­cant event in one’s life. Stedman’s Med­ical Dic­tio­nary 28th Edi­tion, Copy­right© 2006_Lippincott Williams & Wilkins. I read Reuben Abati’s arti­cle, titled A Nation’s Iden­tity Cri­sis and I tried very hard to get the point. I can­not dis­re­spect Flora Shaw, any less the name ‘Nige­ria’ but I find it dif­fi­cult to diag­nose ‘iden­tity cri­sis’ by the fac­tors men­tioned by Reuben. Based on Reuben’s diag­no­sis, the USSR had an iden­tity cri­sis in 1991, hence the name Rus­sia. The Ghana­ian Cedi had an iden­tity cri­sis hence its rede­nom­i­na­tion. So also, Per­sia, Rhode­sia, Abyssia, East Pak­istan, Gold Coast and Upper Volta. Now we must be liv­ing in a pathetic world, even worse now with the global reces­sion. Prob­a­bly the United King­dom might become ‘Greater United King­dom’ by the time the world econ­o...
Read more

Mrs. Dabiri's Asaro

The dreams kept me going The image kept me wanting I couldn’t think of nothing else My mind , 100% occupied He got jealous, yes jealous ‘Cos I was cheating on him as far as he could see Couldn’t hear his words no more My mind was fixed, I wasn’t going to falter I moved, closer and closer I sweated on both hands and feet My eyes transfixed, my heart missing beats He was angry but I was out of reach Moving away from him once more And causing him pain once again Would I miss him, didn’t want to think Not that it mattered at this point in time My moment of bliss, that moment When my lips touched and my tongue rolled the moment I ate Mrs Dabiri’s ASARO
Read more