By
Abdulkareem Awwal Opeyemi
Letter to 2K17
Dear year in embryo,
I have waited for your arrival like a baby will do
Awaiting the tap from her mother to fill her mouth
To pour my mind to your young ear lubes hastily
That you may know what I hold to tell you
Since you were an unborn foetus, crawling
On the screen of x-ray, breathing by umbilical.
Firstly, let me report to you, what your sibling did,
He promised to bring back our long lost girls
To our waiting hands, from the clutch of insurgency
Yet, he betrayed us, making us feel hopeless
And he promised to make our succor from hunger
Even as our farmland sprung abundancy of grain
Yet lost sight from us when he came.
I will not forget what your younger brother did
When he was just two thousand and fifteen years old
He said to us joyous words of dashed hopes
To put dry smiles on our cracked lips and mouth
He said he would bring us a free smile when he came
Instead, by his word, smile and laughter became ostentatious
Inferior only to the rich, laughter and smiles were cheap
He told us of the blessings in disguise he brought
Your brother was a deceitful one, he was a political agent!
Now that you are years older than him, though a baby
I hope you will sell to us from your fingertips
Smile and laugher, at a free cost and happiness without que
Dear seventeen and two thousand years old,
I hope you will have a breath of satisfaction staying here
And that you have come by the grace we hope for
Please bring our dearest sisters for us from that bush
Dear two zero one seven figure, bless us
That by your departure, we may say thank God
That by your exit, we may write good words
That by your old age when you grow grey
We will have cause to want you come once more.
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