It’s been about 45 days
YOU&I have been gapped
by the South Atlantic Ocean
You know what that is?
Bet not! But you sure see it in your glass of water.
It’s your day again and
I’m sorry for my absence.
The wind blew me to the edge
And I swam across the Atlantic.
One thing I know…
a MAN…You were one…
but now, you’re all grown
parting the air beside the wind
stressing the rib in the mid of leaves
cascading words over sounds
kneading sounds out of notes…
even notes played by birds.
You’re not just a boy. You are a MAN
Pitting knowing smiles
against ignorant frowns
and dudely jerks at imbecile jokes
You’d do multiple press-ups
without a push.
No; You’re no more a boy but a MAN
But for prevailing mediocre leanings
You’d step out of your frame
And land Turaki a big slap
Not for knowing by reading
to part injustice from justice
but you’re very aware that
a ware wrongly placed
is expected to be broken;
a floor left untidy is to be wee-weed on
Driving? Your specialty when you go too rough.
Crying? Never, unless they try to prevent
you doing what you consider right
“Resolute, immovable and unremoved…”
Godfather Labinnah is right
in describing ITEOLUWAKIISI.
You’re not the boy many see,
You’re a MAN even I cannot see the end of.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON.
“MyDADDY” loves you.
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