AUNTY IBUKUN

 

AUNTY IBUKUN

Dear Aunty Ibukun.
You probably won't remember me,
but you will always burn deep in the memories of my childhood.
So, while I may still remember you,
permit me to tell the world about an Aunty Ibukun I once knew.

It was a Motorcycle today,
He hugged you, while you grinned with a smile,
Your red dress went with the direction of the breeze,
As he squeezed some naira notes into your hands.
Aunty Ibukun, you said he's your friend.

It was a Tricycle today.
I heard you call him Abiodun.
Your lips met his in front of Iya Barakat former shop.
He pressed some naira notes into your hands.
And with the way you smiled, it must have been bigger than before.
Aunty Ibukun, is he also your friend?

It was a Toyota Camry today.
You did a new hair and wore your mini skirt
I heard you call him Kelechi, while you dragged him into the house.
Aunty Ibukun, you said that he's your ex.

It was a Jeep today.
You wore your Stiletto heels with some flowers in your hands,
He hugged you, kissed you, and bent you over.
Aunty Ibukun, I also wanted to wish you happy birthday today,
But you said I should go and Play outside.

It was a Lexus today.
You wore that gown Mumsy warned you not to wear.
You called him Daddy, and he called you Baby.
Aunty Ibukun, Shey Popsy Neva die ni?
And why you go dey kiss Popsy like that?

It was a Bayerische Motoren Werke today.
I heard you call him Pablo, as you adjusted your gown,
Your hands were filled with gifts,
Yet, it didn't stop both of you from saying your goodbyes with a kiss.

It was a Mortuary Hearse today.
And there were no kisses today,
He carried you inside, where a crowd of people were crying.
Aunty Ibukun, Mumsy said you went on a long journey.
But if indeed you were travelling, you should have taken the cars instead of a Casket.

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