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Tides of happiness - Abdulrahman M. Abu-Yaman

Bar beach

As untamed children, me and my silver

spoon crew would storm the beach at

dawn to give our playfulness and child-

hood enough space to flourish and flow.


When done building sand castles and

playing with our toys, we would abandon

them for the tide to swallow.


Next morn, we'd rush back to glance

at slum boys that claim the ownership

of the toys vomited back to the shore


Lekki beach

As adults, me and my fellas now

visit Lekki, to baptize our bleak

hearts after working nine to five

with tides of happiness; sloshing

and splashing the waves enjoyably

on ourselves, with the hope that our

joys casted into the tides would swim

to the other side of the shore and be

transferred to a forlorner by tickling

his feet.


Bio:

Abdulrahman M. Abu-Yaman writes from North-central part of Nigeria. He is the winner of Wakaso Poetry Prize (January, 2021). His works have featured in Allegro Poetry Magazine, Brittle Paper, Ann Arbor Review, Kalahari Review, and elsewhere. He likes his omelette salty and his stew pepperish. He tweets @abuu_yaman

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