We made chin-chin together,
Knees bent every Sabbath,
Kneading, frying, salivating.
My young eyes gazing at your cutter in awe,
Omawumi playing on repeat.

It is another Sabbath today,
I enter your room to find your cutter dusty,
I wash and give it to the sun,
Get on my fours and start kneading,
Humming Fireboy on repeat: “Remember me tí n bá ti lo.”

We cannot revive the dead but we can keep their memories alive.