Ade, I want to say I'm sorry, But a guilty conscience has no words,- It stutters, it stops. I should have checked up on you, Gifted you my time As little of it as I can afford to give. My I shoulds have

This is a dirge I wrote relating yoruba culture in Africa where sovereignty is put upon a sorcerer to define the fate of every nearly born child. Source Oh child, oh child, thy days were shorten got caught

So soon you left when the harvest was yet green All the youthful dreams washed in the rain like you were never there You should have waited a bit longer to be all that you wrote down I still read them

Image credit TRIBUTE TO THE MAN A man with dream A man with passion, But like the rebellious sun, He has set refusing to rise, Yet it was nature that gave the decree. Once a heart survivor, But now he

Today I question my breath Today I doubt my sanity Today I know God ain't bias But I'm breathing and he's dead. I didn't pray for him for years And in my hustle I found reason not to make contact Today