And
I was left at the crossroads
Of
Ebola and Boko Haram paths
Return
was the only option
A
near decade journey to nuptials
Landed
me not in
Nirvana
I ever
Dreamt
of
But
to the corridors of Hell
All
along been
Travelling
with a young hag
Judastu
I
mourn in anguish
Lost
my manliness to unending tears
For
I lost a crutch
My
brains went fragile
Doing
all the wondrous thinking
Akin
to a lost child
As
I trek back
I
was kidnapped by Time
She
made me Tabula Rasa
Of
tortuous moments of
Yesterday's
Gave
me the open sesame
To
the door of The Great Wall of China
With
high Hopes of Everest
I
beamed with unfading smiles
Of
enviable futuristic prospects
Then appeared Judastu again
Crossed
my path
Then
I gnash with venom
Grind
with brime and stone
More
than ready to kill the ill
The
Sheeje got the concept
Of
a thin line between
Love
and hatred
She
fled to live
In
the shop keeper's compound
With
a wishful wish
Of
a return to where
Her
heart knows jolly
A
possibility that will
Take
the devil to go back
And
apologise to God!
Then
appeared an arch angel
With
solemn tidings
Benign
to the heart
With
text of SALVATION
Embossed
on her forehead
I
was there again
Those
funny feelings
That
no pill cures
A
stare at her face
And
my heart somersaults
A
look at her skin
And
my brain cell gyrates
A
hug with arms wide open
And
I feel breast firmer than
Tongo
rocks
Angel
of Innocence
I
beheld
Possibly
not desecrated
For
the contours are upheld
Like
Milk Bush well demarcated
Then
I whisper to my heart
For
the umpteenth time
Don't
be silly
Concentrate
Because
this feeling ain't funny!
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