I have made up my mind to go and no coming back
There is no Sucre anymore
The taste is sour
l wished for more but dust l came and dust l shall return to where l came from six feet down the earth
A place where termites, moles make a feast of my carcass
Like a growing plant, l died in my mother’s womb and returned to dust
Like a young plant, l grew like petals and attractive
Binged too much and the dust my end
Where would my fate lie on?
I know that one day
A hot ball will pierce my skin and l will return to dust
I know that one day
I will fall asleep and never breathe again
I know that one day
Two steels might clash
My mortal body maimed beyond repair and the dust my portion
I know that one day
I will eat to death and never breathe again
I know l will die a day l don’t know
One day, this beautiful mirror will break
I know that an end had been laid
Who can straighten out what had been made crooked?
ChukwuOkikie Abiama, l accept the inevitable
My fate is the dust
And it beats my imagination
Kings, Queens, great and small alike faces this tragic end
From dust, l came and dust I shall return