habib akewusola (3/6/1990 / JOS, NIGERIA)

Mummy is blessed,
Binta Sadiq isn't dead,
As I progress to search
Beside her bed.
What letters do I forfeit?
For you the genesis of
Friendship,
You soiled and made
Profits
The glamorous pageant now
Leaves in a curfew.
Bundle of double rotten
Weeks after mourning,
Binta's very much fresh
And smells well
Like the hibiscus look,
During morning dew.
I spoke with your offspring
The brilliant young king and
His pretty beauty queen,
I remember the day you
Touched me
And the songs you clothed
In me,
You also said you loved me.
The calendar continues to
Count like centuries
In my heart I see it as
Ten minutes,
I still hear you sing.
Gossips say you have gone
Missing
Some said it was a bee sting.
I can guaranty your quality
That you presently leave next
To The Almighty's Sit,
You also drink from His healthy
Tea till eternity,
We the living continuously celebrate
That evening,
When tears mixed in all I was
Eating,
As your eyes melt and went
With the season.
Mummy,
Rest in no pain,
As your fame is the reason
I make this page.
Tribute to the name of
Binta Sadiq.