I write because I am but a web of words woven with threads of thought. A translucent sliver of silver when placed before light, held together by gold sprinkles of His Mercy. In my pocket lives a single coin that I keep warm with the grasp of my hand, though the essence of my riches lies outside my clasp – a breathtaking beauty that encircles me. Olayinka was the announcement my father made on my seventh day, for he knew wealth surrounds me was a much befitting name, for indeed my wealth lies in the splendour that I see.
© LaYinka Sanni, November 2011.