Stopping By A Coffin Shop
STOPPING BY A COFFIN SHOP
(A dirge for Akinlabi Sofiyat)
Stopping by a coffin shop,
Reminds and gets me in a strop;
Sofiyat was a chubby girl in her days.
Through her face;
Smiled out to herself.
The daughter of Akinlabi, while with us
This girl was full of jokes and kindness,
O day not desired, When she was rooted;
Like a child,
In a world;
Full of kid-nappers.
That night was of distress and riddance
When we all cried with candles in hands
Our heavy legs, dragged as of blind men;
Was a deep sore;
As of knife to the neck.
We rained tears from holes of our head;
A fortune, A name for the whiles to dwell
For arms with wishes, eyes with desires.
Like a slayer;
Escaping from identity.
Who then can get away from his slay?
It draws it, A boat pushed to the brook
On a quiet morn the day hides its sun.
Die in peace,
Sweet black skin girl;
Hope everything will be well with you? .