Death Day And Birthday In A Day Poem by Lekan Malik

That day, seven o’clock in the morning,
There was a knock at the door.
Oh! , my younger brother.
He said, “Daddy, Baale is dead! ”
My God! how?
At Baale’s house, multitude gathered.
Men, women, boys and girls.
This is terrible, accident?
Oh God, this is devil, evil act.
Tears, wailing, mourning.
This is sorrow, fire, fire!
Death, standing aside
Watching without remourse.
What a tragic tragedy!
He is gone, gone forever.
His father, mother, wife,
His children, crying.
Back to my house
With unstoppable tears from my eyes.

Same day, four o’clock in the evening,
My phone rang.
Oh! It was a friend.
He said, “Where are you?
Are you not coming?
Or have you forgotten?
Today is my mummy’s birthday! ”
Oh! That’s true!
“I will be there in a moment.”
At my friend’s place, multitude gathered.
Men, women, boys and girls.
This is wonderful, fifty years?
Jesus, this is lovely, memorable.
Music, dancing, merriment.
Delicacies, laughter, fun.
His mother and family,
Rejoicing in the Lord.
Back to my house
With unstoppable laughter from my mouth.