"My reason of being" (Iya mi ) 

Writing in a great sorrow
With many a mourn's arrow
Getting out from my soul 
For absence of my mom

In an absence of drums
She now and then dances
When that "male" sleep
Like fish in the fresh stream

Her wills in my life 
Has many ways to live
But life is not permitted her 
To come up promises of her

Love of her swimming in my pool 
Even praying for her for all her do 
Not to be in a great wrong place 
That is a reason of my pray !

Oh my God of creature!
Grant my mom– my treasure
Who keeps me being in her stomach
For so more than nine months

Rain a rainy coolness to her grave
If not for her– how could I live ?
My mom farewell for you
Make your will – when I am in dream !
Once again – farewell my mom !

Dedicated to those that had lost her or his mom.

 ©ASO, Tijani
   Innovator onilu
March 19,2023