Abdulrasheed Dawodu


Fortieth House


Your affairs are mine
Your safety is my concern
I don't care what you speak
Nor the colour of your skin
We are under one umbrella
Do you know
Who I am?

Oh, never mind the gifts
They are my duties to you
And know this for sure
Never will I slumber
Nor have a sound sleep
Till I know for certain
Your belly is as full as mine

Your integrity is always protected
I will never do things to harm you
Never will I utter bad words
Nor make slanderous statements
About you
Still, you don't know
Who I am?

Hello,
It's just a courtesy visit
I heard you are down with fever
These drugs will stop the shiver
I am...
Your neighbour
Fortieth house from yours

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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