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Hello fam! How is it going today? Great I hope. I can’t wait for Christmas, can you? As Christmas draws nearer, my heart struggles to contain its yearning for the sweet, liberating scent of jollof and chicken wafting through windows and doors, pervading barricades and seducing nostrils far and wide. I long to feel the…. okay, let me stop here. Getting poetic about the smell of jollof rice and chicken is something we do in secret yo.
Since today is poetry day, I found something I wrote a while back. This poem is – for lack of better words – a throwback poem. I hope you like it. So here goes……
Once upon a very recent time
In a land not really far at all
Lived a girl who was kind to her last dime
And a boy who the ladies always came to call
Their houses were placed so close together
So closed that they talked through their room windows
Until she started to like him and no other
But other ladies were in that aspect her foes
She was expressive about all but her feelings
And in actions, she showed nothing less than love
The boy took all these as normal dealings
And in turn showed nothing less than brotherly love
This frustrated our girl to no end
And she became very angry
Our boy noticed this new behavioural trend
And wondered over and over what caused her hostility
His concern made it seem he felt the same as she
And then she became her normal sweet self
He noticed and turned to another lady
And put her right back on the shelf
She gets tired and decides to stop fighting
She starts to laugh at his tales of other ladies
She hopes and hopes and finally stops hoping
That he’d see how she’d loved him for eternities
So time passed by and they grew
He travelled everywhere in the world – far and wide
She got married, all the while feeling blue
And he got married, all the while feeling glad
After tons of kids and grand kids on both’s parts
The boy dies a fulfilled death
While the widowed old woman everyday cries
For what could have been that her silence didn’t let
Finally laying on her death bed
In the house where she first fell in love
She swore that her shy secretiveness she would shed
When in her second coming, she falls in love.
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