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Omotayo Fatunbi

Biography: I am just a lover of nature, art, a scavenger roaming the earth in search of good painting, sculpture, music, movie, poetry; and I try as much as possible to add mine for others like me to pick up. Life is too short to achieve all my big heart wishes to, but I just want to make my little contribution before death claims me.

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Friday 16 October 2020

This Time

This time will pass

Says the sound of my flute

This season of pandemic

This season of plague

That is poised to wipe mankind off the earth’s surface

This time will pass

Says the sound of my flute

This season of no handshake

Sneezing into the elbow

And warning of not touching my own face

This season will pass

Says the sound of my flute

This season of fear

This season of suspecting every coughing neigbours and friends

Maybe or maybe not its common cold or the dreaded covid19

This season of economic downturn

This season of land, air and water border closure

Even religious pilgrimages are forced to retreat

For this pandemic has no respect

For rich, poor, holy or atheist

Even the scientist were caught unaware

And thrown into all day and night research

To develop a potent vaccine for the cure

Be it a fulfillment of another apocalypse

None can tell for now

But it will pass

And make a page in our history

That a pandemic ravaged the world

And left the beasts to thrive

But tore apart the world of man.

© Fatunbi Omotayo (March 2020)

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