Twice you die.
If the ilaje's are not known to die alone
So why did you,
Why did you go with thirteen except your sons,
As you die again with
your casket unscratched,
Amidst the turmoil you are lowered in the soil,
And promising lives are unpromised,
So we all keep our lips sealed,
As it is a taboo to speak ill of the dead,
Yet we are hurt as the land is soaked in blood,
We refuse to wonder why you died again,
But we ponder why the thirteen died,
So once they died and twice you died
As you face the heavenly glories,
May you not die thrice,
But take with you the ten to bliss eternal,
Try to rest in peace if you can't rest in peace.
Atilola Toyosi Ajayi
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