My old man.

The cricket chirp to me at night

I wake up first person from Nile

I wake up early to capture sunset,

then I see an old man walking,

He is feeble and so stressed

He hangs a keg of water on his shoulder,

He is bruised and sober

He stands for a while watching the sunset

Drops his keg and sit on the floor

Not smiling nor crying.

A day,

I walked up to him and sat next to him

Quiety we watched the sun leave our gaze up the world for millions to work till dusk.

This man I see and sit with every morning

Every morning pass us round and round.

This morning,

he held my hands trembling and smiling,

Furiously he looked in my eyes

Mother earth a place to behold,

My daughter there is no place for me except the love of dawn and hug of dusk.

Your eyes are sleek sweet and bright

Your smell is scent of my morning fresh breath

Do you not communicate to me in this silence I would have fled,

Do you not break a bread with me , perhaps I be no more

Do you not watch with me, I feel numb

Oh nothing describes this,

My child I call you in my dreams

My child oh mother earth has given me

In a dream of night and set of sun

I found my child

Sitting next to me like a blood line

Ohh my child I see you again.

Wash you feet with this water

Water alone I have and company of you today

Perhaps I see you tomorrow my child

We will talk and talk.

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Writing is another way I communicate with people, aside drawing. A web designer that loves nature (flowers,clouds,animals, mountains) and books

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Akinyemi itunu

Akinyemi itunu

Writing is another way I communicate with people, aside drawing. A web designer that loves nature (flowers,clouds,animals, mountains) and books