Tell me what I can do.
Tell me what I have done.
Tell me what I ought to do.
Tell me what I should have done.
Tell me.
It's not you, it's me.
I really don't know how to explain this
But I don't have the will to love you again.
It's not you, it's me.
You love too much and I cannot handle it.
You care too much and I can't accept it.
It's not you, it's me.
You want commitment but I am a traveller.
I want a love that is fleeting, you want forever and a day more.
It's not you, it's me.
I love you too but only for a while.
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC
I saw the way she looked at you
And I waited to see how your eyes would reciprocate.
I stood afar off and watched your gaze move slowly,
From the slender hands that held the wine glass
To the blood red lipstick that smiled at you
To eyes that invited you to exotic worlds
And over the top of her exotic hair
Until it rested on the face of another.
Mine.
In a world of many distractions, your eyes choose to focus on me.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
I love us.
I love how far we've come
I love what we share.
I love the future we look forward to
I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you hold my hands,
I love the laughter that begins from your stomach
And ends with a smile that lights up your eyes.
I love us.
But much more than these, I love you.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
I started to write you a letter
Dear unborn baby.
But instead I wrote another
And mailed it to myself.
I realize I owe you a lot
A good name, daddy and life.
I realize I must prepare myself
Body, mind and spirit
If I am to do good by you.
So before your first cries fill the room
Or we gather to celebrate your arrival
Before the African celebrations begin
Or the Jollof rice is passed round
While I still have the chance to choose you a good good father
While I still have the chance to watch, Pray and work.
Let me write my to-do list.
And diligently tick each box as I await your arrival.
So when the nurses shout, "push!"
A woman helped of the Lord would welcome you
While a responsible man kneels by the bed whispering prayers.
And together they will provide, teach, love and instruct you.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
She fell in love with the man we called husband
We were all part of her love story.
As she walked towards her future and
with watery eyes turned to wave us goodbye
we sealed her fate with cries of "don't worry."
"He's a good man and he'll take care
of you and the babies you will bear.
In five years time you will get used to
The rhythm and pressures of marriage.
Be like your friend, Ta Sallah...three children and counting."
She fell in love with a man she called husband.
Did she or we assumed, planned and gave our blessing
To what she considered a curse and prison.
They said they found him naked and unconscious
Hoping to consumate the union which he had bought.
The doctors wondered why his daughter was huddled in a corner
But the riddle was solved when she was named as one of the wives.
"He was biting me," she said in between sobs.
The poor thing wasn't even mature enough to understand foreplay.
She was not in love with the man we called husband.
He lies unconscious on a hospital bed while society ridicules her for her actions.
Now, he's the victim and she's the criminal.
He took her innocence yet all you see is a wicked woman.
There lies your mistake...
She is the infant bride of a bearded old man.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Can we go on a date somewhere
Where the setting sun kisses the horizon
And the colour orange remind us
Of a love rekindled like a blazing
Torch lit to lighten up darkened alleys.
Can we be friends and blank out Wi-Fi
Seek solace in a love platonic
And that is only allowed to grow
If the feeling is mutual?
Can you be you while I be me
As we gradually make room for "us"...
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
There is a place beyond logic
Where explanations are replaced
By soft looks, teasing smiles and shared pizza.
There is a place beyond explanations
Where words do not speak
And silent is effective.
And the whole world will stand still
When love finally had a face.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
Some say love is red, others say it is blue
which ever one you choose, make sure you stick to her like glue.
Some say love is found, others say it finds you
but for every time you fall, you have to travel the road anew.
But love is colourless, love has no tribal marks.
Love knows not the English man or the African man.
Love sees no colour or ancestral roots.
Love only has a language and only hearts speak it.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
loving without being loved is a tough one but happiness is something a little different; happiness is the only thing you can give without having and through happiness you will find love. We can only then hope that love leads you to love others, not destroy them.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 7:48 PM UTC