I called him “honey! ”
Oh yes! I still do
The children called him “daddy! ”
The neighbours called him “friend! ”
His love for peace and family was perfect
That, he supported for all that while
With his sweat and cash
It was like his personal calling
For which he took to, very passionately
It became more of an obsession
But I loved him for it
The children liked him too
For neighbours, he was their favorite
Someone like a role model
That was before the unfortunate happened
He lost his job
To him, that was his dignity
Then he declined, reclined and retracted
There seemed no return or restitution
It was hard finding another
All accolades could not bring him back to “him” again
“Honey”, “daddy”, “friend” and whatever
He lives in our memories, now
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2015
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