My epitaph - whenever
Here sleeps the pretender:
Tayo Peter Olafioye,
Rehearsing Death.
Never rich, never poor
Always true to the core.
A Nonconformist anyway.
Tried but never was perfect.
Hoped so much
To be a scholar.
He who never tried
Is the one who failed.
A fish, he was
In many ponds of culture
In many a stream of civilization,
Some say: Colorful
But always an African at heart.
