Tonight,
I search for sleep
Lost in the thought of you
the thoughts of our yesterday
when you confessed me,
Your love.
You promised we will walk many miles
Said I will no longer know cold
Vowed to patiently teach
your children Godly ways
Promised to lay my thoughts-filled head
On your tiny skinny lap and
whisper soothing words into my ears
Said you will drive my dreams
see me succeed
and this house will be your home.
Tonight Atoke,
Cold kills
There is no one to tell
the pains of walking the streets
searching for job
There is no one to sit with
at evenings and watch how the
stars litter and light up the sky
There is no tigh to rest
my busy big head on and
share tales of the fat future I dreamt.
None to provide 'stomach infrastructure'.
No one to give motherly care to your children, our children.
Atoke,
when will you come back
to this house,
your home?
When?
Busayo Fakunle NSI

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