I stumble on an old picture
A snapshot of a moment in time
I never really liked the shot
But a picture grows in value with time

I get a call from an old friend
One of my very few
He always breaks the silence
In spite of me, our friendship has stayed true

I hear the first cry of my first child
She’s as beautiful as she’s tender
My world waited a while
Love has made me a father

I lie in bed for the last time
Looking back at my choices
I better understand the nexus of signs
This world is truly an intoxicating cocktail of vanity

– Osasu Oviawe

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