Bola Akinwunmi is my University classmate. She died on the 26th of December, 2007.
yesterday...,
you spoke of today
like every other day
life brings across your path.
You call the days by their names
and the weeks, and months,
you have made your friends.
You halt yesterday's dream saying,
"today, I will and shall'
But...,
today is here and you are gone!
We call your name on earth,
but silence echoes our wails,
In the earth where you lay still!
...........................................
But why do you feed mortals
with fruits grown with blood
and when they are ripe,
you pluck them away from life's stem
to feed some parched earth?
Why should mortals be served as meat
on earth's table for farmished worms to feast?
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