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I AM SENDING YOU THIS MESSAGE - Ifeanyi Okwosha
The Sun smiled at the clouds
Shedding a few tears
As the colourful children of nature
Hug each other on the western shores
Capping the setting Sun
As we moved on with our elliptical dance
Round the golden orb
As it bows out of sight
On third mainland bridge
We are caught in between,
As day hands over to night
A romance of two halves
Honking symphonies of impatient herds
Making music in different keys
That kiss given from behind from a driver on the phone
Another dance drama begins
We are slowed down to give our ratings
Sometimes it’s more than a kiss
And for some that will be their curtain call
As we go back to what we left
To meet it in fear or joy
For some a delayed unavoidable battle awaits
So they gym up, wrestling a few bottles
As Mama Amaka waits for Papa Amaka’s return
To give him the news
Mummy Bukky with that scintillating smile, Ore mi kaabo
Daddy waiting to surprise Mummy
Children waiting for their hero’s return
Others a night in chains and misery
Freedom comes when night hands over the baton
No wonder roses have thorns
The birth of a new day
Bringing with it a new page
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