Yes, From the Archive and it's August 15, 2000, one year later
and you are one year younger, Dr. Iyi-Eweka
Happy Birthday, Mr. President, our dearest son, friend, father,
and brother, Dr. Iyi-Eweka. May you see many of this glorious
day. No, no, no. No nursing home. You will be well, well unitl...
Cheers!
Richard Yarl & Family
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From: "ademola iyi-eweka" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, August 15, 1999 5:29 PM
Subject: Today is My birthday
> Today is my birthday.
> A day closer to the End Day
> The last time, I will see the light of day,
> With the frozen smile of death,
> Or the frozen sleep of eternity.
> A day farther from the Start Day;
> The first time, I saw the light of day.
> With all the joys and sadness of living,
> The ups and downs of half a century plus.
>
> Today is my birthday.
> August fifteenth in the last year
> Of the tubulent millenium.
> The Leos of the world's day.
> A joy and remembrance day.
> I went to bed on the fourteenth,
> A simple prayer in my mouth.
> Osa n'Oghodua -Lord God, into your hands,
> My soul I commit.
>
> Today is my birthday.
> I have seen the fifteenth with smiles.
> I praise you. Oh! Lord God.
> For a simple prayer said.
> And a simple prayer answered.
> To the church, I wandered.
> People, people everywhere
> Not one said," happy bithday."
>
> Today is my birth day.
> Children, children, everywhere.
> Not one said "Happy birthday Daddy"
> Could it have been different with Rose alive?
> May be not. May be yes.
> But at exactly twelve noon,
> Rang the telephone with a boom.
> " Happy Birthday " the voice said from a pay phone
> I said," So you remembered to call me on the phone."
>
> Today is my birthday.
> A card. Yes. A lone card on the table.
> The card read, " Happy birthday."
> An American never forget birthdays.
> My mind wandered and said,
> " Rose how are you?""
> Dead silence!!!
> Five years after you transpired,
> Eleven years after I should have transpired
> I am still here, marching to the tune of life.
> Left, right. Left right into twilight of life.
>
> Today is my birthday.
> Caught in the act at twenty past One o'clock,
> By the kids while composing this piece,
> Suddenly they remebered Daddy's birthday:
> A gift of wrist watch by one,
> A promise by the other with a kiss,
> Something for the aging Daddy.
> And a lot of cry from the little one,
> For the honor to open the only gift.
> Then the chorus," Happy birthday Daddy."
>
> Today is my birthday.
> To the mirror, I showed my face.
> Gray hair, gray hair everywhere.
> On top of head and the side buns,
> At the eyebrows, nostrils, beard, mustache;
> At the chest, armpit, belly bottom, and down below.
> But the back of the body , the eyes can not see.
> I looked up at the heavens and shouted,
> " It seems I came half a century plus-a long time ago.
> Osanobuwa, Oh! Lord God. Thank you."
>
>
> Iyi Eweka.
>
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