They left Mum a pair of careless goodbye
Thrusting a pen on the hands they tie.
The pen, in peace found its own space to lie
Expandingits ear to its drum
Consuming the yipping and yaying
And the humming and yawning of voices
gently buzzing densely through the
breeze flying and dancing like Salsait inside the thick bush
The bush were the kids are not understood
Realizing that this children have their tongues broken
And were clothed in a debt that made them feel naked,
The pen , stood and was ready for a command like "go home" or " tell " but it never came.
Where are these children
Who took a pen and left their mum
anxious and pacing from kitchen to the livingroom like a Piano Man lost in a wedding plan ?
They left without writing back.
©Hadizat Isah Sule