I want to love her 
She won't let me.
I want to leave her 
She won't let me.
She was to me an archangel
The 'she' version of Gabriel
She never know what she want
She never knew what she worth
She was priceless and easy to me,
Like the air
Dreadlocks to an imam,she is useless, 
Like the hair 
We were meant to be lovers 
We just didn't fit like a broken louvres.












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She took away 
The lamp of faith 
My golden sword of determination 
And my lamp of hope



And replaced it with
The breastplate of pain
The helmet of frustration 
And the spear of anguish 


Regrets now flourish my nerves,
Still I can't let go.
She is a cause 
She is a curse.










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The sugar in my tea
The only bee that makes my honey 
The smile I wear like makeup
The only iru in my Efo riro
The stew on my white rice
The only roaches in my cupboard 
The eyes that mirror me
The only sun in my sky
The egusi on my semo
The only shayo that gets me high 
The lifeblood that keeps me breathing 
The only moon in my nights 
The ship that sail my world 
The only paddle in my canoe 
The ******* that inspires me
The only road I meant to take 
The morphine that ease my pain
The only spine that got my back
The woman of my world 
The only love that rules my heart.











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An artist doesn't stop loving the art after he has painted
The sun doesn't stop to shine after the sunset
Neither does breathing cease after we've fainted
Nor jungle cacophony after Elephant silencing his trumpet
The road doesn't end when you reach a destination
The moon doesn't give up It's glow when blanketed by clouds
An answer doesn't end it all, there's always another question
And loneliness cannot be evaded by hiding in crowds
Out of sight doesn't always mean out of mind
Going uphill doesn't mean life will never *****
Walking down your road doesn't mean you ain't blind
Sometimes the blind lip of faith doesn't necessarily require hope
So it doesn't mean I'll get over you when I finally move on
The wounds always heal, but the scars live on

Life! 
Nothing but a walking shadow 
partial and wicked with irregularities like the meadows 
Pains like a needle in wounds
And non soothing like sounds of no consolation
What is pain other than our lives
What is wound rather than the tears we shed 
We may live like this for long 
But There's a pause called victory
Like an oasis is differentiate desert from farmland 
Hunger from satisfaction 
Fruitful from barren
Lack from surplus
A cheap consolation satisfying our expired need and unchanging greed and desire 

Life! It is full of miseries like a pack of card with only aces
It takes trillion years to understand the prelude 
Another billion years to comprehend the interlude 
Years and years roaming on the crossroad of mind
Can't solve the deep puzzle in the drama of life
Is it crossword of our aspirations or destiny?
Or jigsaws of our thoughts,ideas,concept and prospects?
The things we shall never know that is within us 
Our strengths and weaknesses
Our ups and downs 
Our victories and failures
Our inabilities and abilities
Our losts and profits
Our tears and laughter 
Our frown and smiles
Even actions and things we portray 
we are ignorant of these in the game of life, defeat may be a consolation 
Success may be a Greek gift 
Flaws we never create
Dreams we never create 
Still revolve around us 
Like we are casts in a movie 
And the script already written
Ours is to act 
'Not minding if it's tragedy or comedy' 
Like pinnochio and the host of the Disney
Our mind have been trained to forecast for seasons
But if we try to live other than it
that's treason 
That's why people suffer
others feasting 




@holythugbaba