I walk the staircase to heaven
to capture the promises
I was told on earth
that I’ll receive for my toil.
I had been diligent;
servicing humanity
knowing with certainty
that my treasure lie in divinity.
But as I depart
I see you cry, you miss me
you wish I stayed
you feel betrayed.
Please my child, know
that my earthly journey was done
and a new chapter I had to open;
just like a child repeating a class
is considered as stagnation
my transcendence is a progress.
But I’ll keep watch over you
and for every stride you make
I’ll crack a smile with pride.

Written for Dara Etuk on the demise of her Dad.

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