In the heart of the savannah, 'neath the African sky,
A tale unfolds of a life, a journey, oh, so high.
Beneath the baobab's shade, where stories are spun,
How will I depart when my time is done?

Will it be in the rhythm of the tribal drum,
Amidst the whispers of ancestors, hum by hum?
Beneath the acacia's branches, where lions roam free,
In nature's embrace, will my spirit find glee?

Shall I rest with the sunset, a fiery display,
As the horizon ignites, marking the end of the day?
In the dance of the rain, on the red-earthed ground,
Will my essence, like droplets, be joyously found?

Ancestors' whispers linger in the rustling leaves,
Tales of life and death, where the soul believes.
In the cradle of Africa, where spirits soar high,
I'll find my farewell in the African sky.

I don't know how it was
Or how it came to be.
All I know is now I'm drunk with life
And very full of rhymes.
Poetry is my Lunch and dinner.
The sunrise is light breakfast.
I remember being muted
By the loudness of thy charm.
maybe that was when I tripped
Due to the solid strength of feminine firmness.
Evident in the way you weighed your step.
I wish I could tell the exact time and place
Or maybe narrate a story on a slate...
A proper narrative with perfect imagery
To paint the spark you've brought herein.
But in all honesty, I can't.
I Just don't know-how.

Sometimes I wonder;
Am i really awake sleeping
or just living this life in Dreams?

This is something I will do ;
Steal a candle at night to write you a poem.
A wind crept in through my window
It landed on my Chin and I smiled.
My mind danced like the stranded candle flame:
Happiness!.
I remembered the flicker in your eyes.
Magical! I was entailed. Many faced one.
Yes! Many faces you’ve got each new.
I kissed you. Not with my lips;
My heart did. And yes it was Magical!
My world is a Metallic Frame.
Behind bars, my slender arm reached out.
My slender arms were not long enough.
Like wax, It melted.
Hoping to regain my form on a shapeless candle stand.

I will Miss rejoices tiny voice echoing through the hall at Night
I will miss Lynda's Lean Zero fat body and Bulgy Cute eyes
Sharons BumBum bubbling Like Frost bubbles
i will miss;
Victoria's Bright Crystal eyes sparkling like polished Carbon.

I will miss my buddy, Duru our late-night sessions.
Rasaq attempting to toast all my girlfriends( Now you have 2)
I will miss  Peter's Eerie Quietness

I know am always crazy and sometimes very quiet.
My *** belly preaches the gospel of my Diet.
Yet our night memories I will never digest