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| Akeem Oyalowo |
We found the wine
Spilled on the table
Still being called mine
By the bottle
When we see them gather
We know there is trouble
Father didn’t keep us together
He is on another level
Long gone
Curses walked him, titles off him
We are left with the sun
Just like Asake, who didn’t bear any sons
Good for that matter or daughters
Yet others called you father
From your loins, grew a seed in their mothers
Tales of your deeds were not new
But only Asake we knew
And she loved you
Just like the others, before, during and after you
Remember the morning, when you raced into her arms
All green but with arms
And you held title husband for a while
And left later to wild applause and smiles
And just like all loves
If the blood remains young, the hand might yet go back to gloves
Some men held Asake, after you did
Sucked her milk they did
They treated her less or better than you
Your history and hers were never through
Not even when she found a man
Who could have met all her demands
But your friends killed him
Just when a dead machine recovered steam
So all that was left was you
So you became the man promising to flush the loo
And by that you saved my life
Asake brought you back, became your wife
Despite your promises you again defiled
All that which filled your file
Those facts and figures which never lie
Produced my bile
My family is large don’t ask me why
Some friends are family, my family are not friends
What you did good, few as they were
I never knew until those hours
When mother and sister
Ran hither and thither
In a bid to heal, a son and brother
One hospital didn’t have beds, so the doctors didn’t bother
By this time, Asake had vowed
Your leaving this time was the last bow
But this two thousand men and women
Might not remember you well
But their destinies will
Added to mine, where a card from you, keeps me still
And provided this chance
To cite this instance…
Akeem Adetayo Oyalowo
April 7, 2012
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