They say time keeps a record
of the days of our lives,
Scrawling our moments in his
journals line after line.
They say our past transits to
live in another place
Raising questions of Karmas
and Abikus and fate.
They say the travel of a
lifetime hides in a step
And incite temperaments
restless for change in men.
Then they say, opportunity
calls but once then it’s bye, bye.
This Land’s defied all odds,
so whoever said that . . . They lied!
Akpan
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