My Beloved Sister

We held hands to bazaars at Saint Mary’s

As if ensuring nothing our bonding stifled;

Both of us little cared about doll babies,

But with whatever we had were satisfied.

The months rolled into years at Campbell,

We, in chivalry and truth, waxed strong;

Mom and dad made proud, happy parents

Who, among their peers envied became.

 

Although by an ocean separated in the end,

Our conversations were only moments away.

How could I my beloved sister incommunicado

Be considered just because death so decrees?

With every word I say, every move I make,

My undying love, prayers to ease her passage,

At the door-steps of heaven I shall daily lay,

Ihuaku’s gentle soul will rest in peace hoping.

 Lagos, January 4, 2014