Irètí was the first child of my mother
Who had only gone to school but never returned home
Mom never believed she could have been dead
She keep on expecting and waiting
She insisted ìrètí had only lost her way back home
And soon she will find her way back home
But ìrètí never returned back home
Mom never believed she had lost ìrètí

Enitan was the second child of my mother
He only left home to look for way to survive
But was brought home with three holes in his chest and drenched in his own blood
We never knew what happened
But some witnesses told us he was shot by some government workers in black
Enitan had become a story which I now tell to my friends

I'm the last son of my mother
The one with the name Dúrósímí
I got the name from my grandmother
My birth was never a easy one
I died seven times in seven years before I stayed
My mom already lost two of her children
Would she lost me as well?
If she did, then no child shall be at her grave
If I can't live to bury my mother
Why is my name Dúrósímí?

© Ogunsola Ayobami Samuel