A September in Gbongan

Life, an abstruse montage. 
Providence bested choice 
Lagos was the pick 
But providence moulded Gbongan
As provenance and as cradle 

Wee hours of Wednesday 
September 23rd
A howling birth; Ìbejì 
Our nascence mooted the names;
TAYE and KẸ̀HINDE 

House became a gleeful formicary
Every leg headed here
Every lip spieled gaily 
Every eye gaped the cot 
Every heart longed 

A September in Gbongan 
Of birth and bread 
Of TAYE and KẸ̀HINDE 
Of mirthful ÒGÚNLÀDÉ 
Life, indeed a medley of tides.

©Taiwo Olaniyi, For September 23rd.

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