Love, is the only cures that we wish upon ourselves every single day.

I'm an African, not just by my ebony skin.
Nor by the look in my eyes or fear on my face.

My heart is tattooed with the marks of our tradition and my tongue is dipped in the Brew of parables.
My mythology is one of controversies and rolling skulls.

I'm an African,not because I read one myth about us.
But because I tasted the waters of our land,and it tasted like nature,in its natural form.

I know I'm an African, because my hair has specks of wisdom.

a little bit lost again
in between
narrating selves
searching
or just being
waving
or
drowning
from the
middle
of the sea
Nothing
but everything
At once.

I.

The happiest day—the happiest hour
    My seared and blighted heart hath known,
  The highest hope of pride and power,
    I feel hath flown.


II.

Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween
    But they have vanished long, alas!
  The visions of my youth have been—
    But let them pass.


III.

And pride, what have I now with thee?
    Another brow may ev’n inherit
  The venom thou hast poured on me—
    Be still my spirit!


IV.

The happiest day—the happiest hour
    Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen
  The brightest glance of pride and power
    I feel have been:


V.

But were that hope of pride and power
    Now offered with the pain
  Ev’n then I felt—that brightest hour
    I would not live again:

VI.

For on its wing was dark alloy
    And as it fluttered—fell
  An essence—powerful to destroy
    A soul that knew it well.

Don't step on my toes" she said
I replied underneath my breath
"I hope I won't"
My hands wrapped around her
like an amateur anaconda
but she's never comfortable
where my hand's at.
"it should be around my waist" she said
but I acted like I didn't hear a word
we moved to the right and to the left
a little spin, around and around and around
gracefully, like the eagles in the skies.
Then I let go,
I got dizzy a bit
but she never did,
holding onto my shoulder
She bent over like a creature in
a horror movie,
then a full split, I could hear her legs screaming,
a little jump, and another big jump
landing on her toes like a frog.
A loud round of applause from the crowd
they loved it,
What a perfect landing!
So we begin again,
my hands wrapped around her
as she stared deep into my eyes
we moved to the left and to the right
moving to the beats like a dancing butterfly
and then she smiled
"You didn't catch me"
"What!?" I said in confusion
"you ought to have caught me in mid air"
Of course, I remember now,
it was the killer move we practised
but I was mesmerized,
by this beautiful being,
up in the sky, with invisible wings
and coming down, like she brings forth
a divine message from the creator of the universe."

Title: Lovers of the Night

Oginni Damilola (Damithemessenger)

Together, we shall stand under the moon light,
Our hands never letting go as we gaze upon the stars in the sky.
Our passionate kiss shall bring tears from the moon's eyes
Her tears shall wash away our flaws,
Making us the perfect ones among all.
The wind shall whisper to us her love song
And the leaves of the trees shall sing along
Our feelings of love shall be made strong-
by the beauty of the night,
Whatever is wrong at this moment, shall be made right.
We shall walk side by side, nothing shall come inbetween
The jealous cold of the night shan't take over this feeling,
We won't be afraid of the dark, for the moon and stars would be watching-
Giving their luminous lights to our romantic journey.