A warm Sunday morning, 

Waking up to the rooster in the back,

Motorcycles fill the road with an alarming roar,

A quiet morning in my village is a hidden gem in the stack

So occupied, we miss breakfast,

Together, cleaning the house is a necessity

For lunch, fufu and egusi

That is my natural remedy.

As time speeds by, the sun goes down

Sweat trickles from the faces of those who frown

Poking the eye like a loose eyelash

A wish is made upon the star in the sky

And the life of the house slowly dies.

Before I gather the strength I have left,

As if blessed by the Lord for he knows the Best

Smiles meet the faces and lighten up our world

Eager for the morning and to satisfy my everlasting rest.