Like father, like son, or so they say.
But what if the son has his father’s face
but not his voice anymore? Or a mother
and a daughter, like those I saw once
on the bus while coming back from work.

I was dozing off a bit, but I could still hear
a true Aberdonian teen frantically talking
about some fist-involving drama at school.
But at some point, a mature female voice
with a strong Nigerian accent responded.

Intrigued, I opened my eyes and saw them—
like two peas in a pod, yet different.