Moments we took with a pinch of salt
Now leave a bittersweet taste on our tongue
Engulfed in time’s tight embrace
Only released as moonlight tales.
Words left on the graveyard of lips
Creating corpses of our deeds
The timeless pull of friends
Becomes a shattered clock in the end.
Who would have thought mom would ever look frail?
Her ocean of energy was where we surfed for days
Ending only at the riverbank of sleep,
Harsh reminders of nature’s will.
Pools of sternness once resident in dad’s eyes,
Manifested as his belt comes to life
Have become lagoons of a lethargic spine
An elderly calm, omniscient smiles.
Weakening winds of aging years
Strong pull for nostalgic tears
A longing for childhood smiles
Memoirs of adult lives.
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Masroor-Mahmud Adeeyo was born and raised in the popular ancient city of Benin, where history, tradition and ruggedness seemed to be etched into the very air. Growing up in that environment sparked an early appreciation for storytelling and creativity, shaping Masroor into someone who sees the world as a constant muse for writers. Hailing originally from Osun State, Masroor draws inspiration from growing up in a city that differs from where he is from originally, leading to his use of writing as a way to express conflicting thoughts and ideas.
Currently based in Ekiti State, where he is pursuing an undergraduate degree in political science, life is a fascinating mix of academic rigour and personal exploration. Masroor Mahmud believes that politics, like art, tells stories about humanity, making it an ideal field for someone with a passion for understanding people and their journeys. Of course, Ekiti’s environmental mix of modernity and rural life also provides the perfect balance for quiet reflection and creative bursts.
When not immersed in books or chasing assignments, lecturers, and project deadlines, Masroor is likely found cheering passionately for favourite football teams or listening to music.
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