To my dad

this is to living springs
serving fresh, cold and warm water
anointed my young head with wisdom
upon my shoulders,
a saddle to bear the weight; light
the mountain top from which I stare into oblivion
your words have been light,
nothing but salt seasoning my sight
a man for the people, of the culture
that truth may forever live above the waters
that pain would forever be minimal
we must learn to break the cords,
arrange them to mend accord
a rock, a refuge, a guide, a friend,
a protector, a boar, a legend, my hero!

Victor Oyedele