To Tochi and Ola

a happy heart
with paid dowries
serenading voice
and innocent eyes
a seeker will find
true faith will guide
embrace yours
run from debts
take time to heal
I miss your pen

a grateful mouth
for dutiful acts
flipping this coin
has been throwing
a woven hand fan
it lands on the same side.
there’s no start nor
can an end be found
in a circle, cycle.
thank you

Tomide Abdul