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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.

She would,
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;

The pain,
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.

But life,
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? .
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