your existence seems to have faded away
mama nah boy
The name carrier
son of the soil
our baby has arrived
noise and cheers filled the atmosphere
day after day the age increases and you no longer needed them to watch you
you toil and till the ground for a means of survival.
your survival knew no bound until the bruce ground decides to fight back
it was horrible
many prayed against being swallowed up by the ground
yours fell on deaf ears
darkness surrounds the corner of the house
I couldn’t fathom
is it Thursday yet?
I ask myself and few others who gave a listening ear
dashed out to check whether the Arabs are outside waiting for the usual alms
why this crowd?
why tears and not laughter?
my heart raced at a higher rate
mum wanted to be strong but her body failed her
I tried to find solace in my sister who was drenched in her own tears
I was scared
then I realised a missing figure
where is daddy?
all eyes became fixed like electric cables plugged on me for survival
mama pulled me closer
she couldn’t explain as English language wasn’t her thing
so i joined the crying team
I figured dad was gone
I don’t know
but it seems to hurt everyone around
I cried my little eyes to sore
where is my protector?
my love and God
who will wisper bebe/blackarab to me?
cried even harder
24 years of departure but seems like you never came
you are never forgotten
not by me or my siblings/mum
we just missed you to the extent that talking about you bring back pain
on this father’s day I remember you and your kindness and please to celebrate my ICON.
Rest on dad
Alhaji monsuru omobolawale abolade (omitogun)
(Blackarab for the family)