by Dayò Ayílárá
(For Ruth Oyakhilome)
“Hey papa, do you think God loves everyone equally?” well, my coffee steams in my mug and i think i know it loves the mug that holds it but if it not, assuredly the mug loves it, or at least one of the two must grow if not of necessity, then of choice or think of the spoon that stirs it with drink-less passion and count its joys it does not speak of cold or heat or think of me who owns the three; my coffee, my mug and the indifferent spoon which one i loathe most or love most to see? which one will i willingly condemn to ruin? i love them equally for one cannot do without the other though my coffee to prefer, but with what will it hold? will the spoon stir just air or what serves the holder? nothing is more silver in His eyes nor anything more gold even same speaks John-three-sixteen, so everyone has a share the love is spread abroad, let us drink and not just stir.
Dayò Ayílárá is a lawyer, business consultant, cartoonist, graphic designer, and calligrapher. He writes from Abuja, Nigeria. His poetry focuses on nature, the beauty in pain, hope, love and loss.