Poem: Sunset Rendezvous by Tayo Oladipo



The wind pushes gently seaward
As the crimson ball dies out.
Pa plods home, hoe in hand
Weary spirited, tired out.

The shepherd commands his sheep
Into a village ready to sleep.
Birds fly back to their nest
And here sit I in our nest
In the grove by the stream,
Waiting for Adunni,
Owner of my cowries.

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