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May 2020
Some lines were never crossed,
Like staying out ridiculously late,
Or going out on a flimsy date,
These two were clearly stressed;

And they shaped the future,
Becoming a recluse of sorts,
By the widow, acknowledging social reports,
At forty, contemplating a life tour.
My father died on May 22, 2016. Another casualty of Nigeria's inhumane medical system. He was 80.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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