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Toyin

Toyin.

You have stood the test of time
Lending the sky a fist of faith.
You have in eternity's mind.
Existed before the birth of fate

Moving through galaxies like a meteor
That glimmers like a neutron star.
You found your way through darkness
Born into a world of pain and scars.

Toyin.

I won't try to explain the joy of flowers
That bloom at the sight your smile.
Or tell you the number of hours.
I spend on the nile

Of daydreams.

Chilling on reflections in the evening
Of my imaginations.
Reminiscing the times when you
In gentle whispers,
Told me to: Never relent.

Toyin,

I won't try to begin to extol
The nature of your mind.
A concatenation of ideas and skills
That puts one in a state of rewind...

Into the beauty of your soul
A work of art made by God.
To bring about miracles,
wonders and signs as of Old.

Toyin

I would like to remind you that
The test is not over.
You will be tried on different levels
And realms till you get to a state
Of mental abstraction.

But you will prevail.
For though many times you may fail.
You'll realize they were meant to shape you.
Into a tigress that can't be tamed.

By the horrors of rejection
Depression and oppression.
For you will stand firm
Like a fem-inist in disguise.

Breaking through every chain
Melting every ice.
Being a force to reckon with
Against all odds.

Toyin

Today was the day heaven stood still.
And time was held against its will.
Relish in the rapture of songs of glory
As you begin a new chapter of your story.

Happy Birthday.

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