We met by chance,
Made friends by nature.
That was indeed genuine of the kind,
For nobody succeeded in putting us asunder.
Togetherness guarded us,
Joy circumscribed us
And the world affirmed,
We minded of who are.

Demand came for graduation,
An elevation from friendship to relationship.
To take up both,
The external and internal affairs,
Of your African adorned heart.
That is when the revolution begun.

I came back to you in tears,
Crawling on the verge like a fool,
Genuinely requesting for your love.
You looked down on me like a stranger.

I made relevant inquiries from you,
Whether I was intruding you.
You openly said, “I am vacant"
I was never tired by that,
For it gave me more strength,
Even though my mouth was dry of words.

The revolution never ended,
For my heart greatly thirsts for you.
I went back to my knees,
To pray for promotion in you,
You remained defiant to me.......

I came back with my same appeal,
Requesting for the same rank.
You said, “I will do it in future"
And yet the nearest future is me.
I requested you to understand my history
But still your heart: my treasure
Never opened up for me.

Does love have an owner?
Is it obtained by a coin?
Can it be bribed?
Am I not part of this world?
How do I answer these?
Should I disown myself to own you?,

After all these, you gave me an answer,
Answers designed for fools like me,
To make me humble in my stupidity,
To stop me from making noise for you.
You don't want my nonsense.
It all enough to send me
Back to the rubbish pit of men.

That is not all,
You think I needed more torture,
You brought in cold war,.............
It was a Love message that you sent,
Well suctioned and written,
To bury me alive,
It was indeed designed to
Wipe me out of existence.
Being mad for your love,
I was bed ridden for weeks.
All these, I informed you
In my tears and fears.

Being too guilty and scared,
You flew off to check on me
And fed me with more hypocrisy
That has made me never,
To understand you fully.
That day I made sure,
I forced happiness into my lonely heart
Because I had been greatly troubled.
I almost lost my dear life because of you.
All this is a description of stupidity and foolishness.

I am glad you shared a bed with me,
Though by condition.
You touched my heart and said,
"Your heat is beating too faster"
You touched my moustache
With your Left hand in my history.
I felt Joy in my heart.
You carried me on your thighs and said,
"You are too light dear",
That was the effect of your action.
You covered me under your chest,
In there I felt protected and safe,
But still you have denied me graduation.......

Every day I am affected by your absence,
I feel too lonely like a cursed man.
I was and still glad that I found you
Relieved because of you many times.
Whether I die today or tomorrow,
I want you to, I love.
You are the DEBT that I longed to pay.......

The lady I met
(12th 11 2019)

There is one beautiful lady in this class;
She is not too dark
And of course not too brown,
She is not as well light-
She wears but actually the most beautiful dress,
She has those light clothes,
Others long and others short like a hyphen,

They are too long and too short.
When she wears them,
I see her long, bonny, rotten legs
Dark and light and brown.
It is worse that they are thin.

I insist there is a woman in this class,
I might be young but my eyes can see,
It is not my knowledge saying all these.
I am not an angel to see
What is inside her skirt.
It is only her clothes that release her cats.
They do it all to my eyes.
They generously show me their
Raw, half baked thighs.
These tempts my friend’s shy eyes,
For he is still young and innocent,
He has not known the world.
What a shame for they are spoiling him so early.

There is a woman in this class,
Don’t ignore my little words,
I still insist, there is a woman in this class.
This lady is the most beautiful,
The most beautiful of our time,
For all she does affects but our time.

There is a woman in this class,
She is a professional teacher,
Whose other name has no problem to be a cheater.
Her dainty walks and her talks,
On those so called shoes,
Sometimes also called hills.

There is a woman in this class,
Her shoes keep drumming as she walks,
And all the attention in class is owned by her,
And like a centipede, she walks gracefully.
No, no, no! Please, a centipede is quicker,
She moves like a snail,
To make sure all eyes and minds are on her.

There is a woman in this class,
I saw a woman in this class,
This is one of the friends among all friends,
Who has fully entertained me,

There is a woman in this class,
She is not too fat and not too slender,
Somehow, I will be biased,
If I say she is thin…..she just has her fair muscles.
She is a young she-elephant,
With a complete complexion accompanied,
With immaculately rotten words,
Her mouth is more or less a toilet,
Overflowing with smelling “tool” called words.
From it come stinky words,
Too smelly-odorous like dead carcass.

There is a woman in this class,
Whom I don’t want to leave untouched,
For my mouth will smell because of unused words,
Leave me to save my cautious mouth,
For I only say what I see in her.

There is a woman in this class,
This woman has a hole in her mouth,
From which words unexpectedly,
Keep stealing out and dropping and falling off,
As if almost stupid or maybe ignorant…..
But no no……….that may not be true.
This must be professional adolescence,
Due to their mental virginity.

There is a woman in this class I still insist,
Leave me to say my words,
She is such a courageous woman,
So bold is she like mother lion,
She is not afraid of shame,
She fights her own dignity,
She minds less about purity,
Even after the reverend,
Castrates them in the chapel,
With those double edged swords and knives
From the” mother book”, the book of all manners.

There is a woman in this class,
She is such a woman, a woman I never met,
For her words,
Like death,
Come anytime, anywhere and I think everywhere.
There is a woman in this class,
I wonder when she will grow,
Others call it maturity or behaviour or manners,
And perhaps learn to behave,
Or even learn to keep shut her mouth,
Her rotten leaking mouth losing words every time,
For she is one,
A friend I for long never had,
The woman I met,
My beautiful friend.