…for dad…
I had that same dream again.
Not the one where the owls whisper caution to the baobab tree
or where the shrew tells the rat of the melody darkness makes of threat.
It’s the dream where caskets are launched into voids.
Where the earth opens its mouth to feed on delicacies it once nourished.
Where the janitor is rung by the bell and time lingers for people to meet up.
In that dream, I saw you, not in your lifeless form, but as an enigma, no, a genie!
You came bearing lessons and gifts while humming a tune,
Deja Vu slapped this tune into my consciousness as an afterthought.
This is your face I face, but I dare not obey the beckoning.
This is you I see, still I do not fit my frame in yours.
All I do is ask again;
Why did it take me this long to see how much of you I am?
This poem was published in the 13th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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