The unfolding

All the different pieces and experiences mingle together in unison, as they unfold…

Who am I? -I ask myself

In a moment of inquisitive exploration

When the answers come as fast as the questions are asked

And so I heard myself say

I am the daughter

Who kept my word

The sister who erred but made peace quickly,

I am she who loves endlessly, always, whether right or wrong

I am the friend who faithful ones call loyal

The wife of his youth and old age Selah!

The mother of two baby boys now men

And countless others, who call me “mum”

I am the mother standing over this fruitful legacy unfolding

The aunt who never forgets

The cousin who held your hand

In crisis and joy my grip -the same

I am the girl who found expression in poetry

On those dark candlelit nights in Ijesha

The one now unravelling what was kept hidden

Manuscripts of my heart and mind

I am the one still singing an ageless tune

Despite and in spite of life's scars

I am the one creating a poetic melody

Giving flight to words kept buried no more

The Warrior Princess of Tilly whispers

I am the unfolding…