Perebote! The King has graced our presence, they proclaim,
In the land where resilience and strength remain.
Oba no dey go on transfer, this truth we hold,
For his reign is eternal, a story yet untold.

From Nigeria, a land of vibrant hue,
I proudly stand as an Ijaw, Bayelsa through and through.
The Glory of all Lands, my state's blessed name,
With ancestral wisdom, our heritage we reclaim.

In joyous harmony, my ancestors will cry,
For the chains of Legbe's *******, I'll defy.
Breaking free, their spirits uplifted and revered,
Their legacy lives on, in me, persevered.

When I depart from this earthly domain,
The earth itself will tremble, in recognition, it will strain.
For a piece of something profound will forever be lost,
Ikimi, my name, carries the weight of utmost cost.

The earth shall tremble when I bid farewell,
For something precious will be lost, I can foretell.
Ikimi, my name, in Ijaw it speaks,
Of significance, importance that none can critique.

In the heartbeat of Nigeria, I find my place,
A tapestry of cultures, a diverse embrace.
Deep within, the rivers of wisdom flow,
Proverbs and tales from the ancients aglow.

In the heartbeat of Africa, I take my stand,
Embracing the wisdom of my ancestral land.
Deep proverbs flow like rivers from my tongue,
Tales of resilience, in which our spirits sung.

Like the mighty Niger, coursing through the land,
I carry the essence of my people, hand in hand.
In every step I take, their spirits guide my way,
Respecting traditions, in the present and each new day.

From the plains of the Serengeti to the Nile's flow,
I carry the legacy of greatness, it's mine to bestow.
In each step I take, I honor their legacy,
Guided by their wisdom, in truth and unity.

The rhythm of the drums echoes in my soul,
As I dance to the beats that make me whole.
From sunrise to sunset, I honor the land,
With gratitude, I cherish, hand in hand.

Perebote! The King has arrived, I hear them say,
In the realm where ancestral echoes sway.
Ikimi, a name that bears the mark of esteem,
Signifying importance, a cherished theme.

In African accent style, I embrace my roots,
A testament to the strength that Africa imputes.
For I am a vessel of traditions and pride,
With the land of my birth forever intertwined.

Ikimi! Let my name be heard afar,
As I honor the legacy of my ancestral star.
In unity we stand, with passion burning bright,
Preserving our heritage, a beacon of light.

Once, I stumbled upon a precious treasure,
Yet foolishly let it slip away.
"Died of a broken heart," a phrase whispered in sorrow.
For years, I withheld my tears,
Working on myself, mending my flaws,
But now, I'm plagued by a curious desire.
Why do I yearn to risk it all again?
To escape from this world, I pen my thoughts,
Childish, perhaps, yet a means to understand,
Not to refute my beliefs, but to observe,
To partake in the purity of love's existence.

What makes it so extraordinary, I wonder?
Caught between stress and the echoes of history,
Love and war entwined in a tangled dance.
Deep into the night, I gaze, seeking comprehension,
Struggling to decipher these unfamiliar emotions.

...
To you, the one who is and will always be,
My soul's companion, the love I crave,
I possess nothing else of value,
So please, handle with care,
This fragile, tattered heart of mine.

Wishing you all the best,
Festus Ikimi.

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Here some more love you all, I pray that you are blessed.

In twilight's embrace, I sit alone,
Melancholy's touch, a gentle moan.
My heart yearns for you, my dearest love,
In these moments when the stars weep above.

Whispers of your laughter, once so near,
Now dance as echoes, faint and unclear.
Your touch, a brush of fingertips so fine,
Chased away fears, a warmth divine.

Your eyes, a galaxy of love's embrace,
Once held me close in their tender grace.
But now they dwell in distant memory,
Fading embers of a vibrant reverie.

The world, a canvas devoid of hue,
Since the day you bid this realm adieu.
No vibrant strokes, no colors bright,
Just monochrome days and endless night.

I reach out for you, in empty spaces near,
Longing for your touch, your presence so dear.
Silent tears trace paths upon my pillow's crest,
Yearning for your head upon my chest.

Our hearts, once united in rhythmic dance,
Now play a symphony of solitude's expanse.
In night's embrace, your essence I feel,
Yet cruel illusion shatters with dawn's appeal.

Alone, I navigate this world unknown,
An empty vessel in memories sown.
Your absence, an ache that pierces deep,
A void unfillable, where tears still seep.

No time or distance can heal this pain,
In my heart, our love forever remains.
Tethered eternally, our souls entwined,
Until the day our paths realign.

I'll count the stars, and whisper your name,
Hoping my love reaches you, all the same.
Until that day, know you're missed profound,
In depths of my soul, your longing resounds.

Yours in a world where colors fade away,
Ikimi Clifford Festus, forever I'll stay.

My Dearest,

In the depths of darkness, I find myself lost,
yet my heart yearns for your guiding light. Like a hound with a downcast gaze,
I am haunted by whispers that deem me hellbound, lost in a perpetual daze.
But oh, how I long to unravel the shroud of truth and touch the celestial angels,
standing on the very edge of the abyss.

Amidst this chaotic realm where faiths collide and vivid stories take their stand,
it is your existence that I yearn to prove.
As a mere mortal soul, I find myself searching for the persistence to find my path.
Your phantom-like presence in the mist only adds to the mystery, but I am determined to discover the truth that lies within.

Yet, within this realm, even my private desires are clouded with guilt, sentenced by society's judgment. It is not wicked intentions, but diverse dreams that await their due repentance. I long for helping hands to be extended from above, to unravel the twisted system that casts shadows upon love, and grant us the freedom to chase our deepest desires.

Backlash ensues as I begin to depart from the confines of Christian traditions and creed, regarded by many as a life deemed sinful, a ruinous feed for my soul. But I resist, my love, for I cannot bear to align myself with their claims. I am compelled to seek answers beyond the grasp of humanity, delving into realms divine.

The earth and sun, such divine creations or ingenious design, remain an enigma, a captivating mystery intertwined. Is heaven but a mirage, disguising the realm of fantasy? And the silence of the Holy Ghost, is it an absence to be despised? These questions plague my mind, playing a relentless and chaotic score, with answers forever out of reach.

A Bible bestowed upon me, its pages waiting to be unraveled, yet I am left in confusion within this enigmatic space. The hands of humans penned its words, leaving me uncertain of its essence. Equipped with a mind capable of grace, I find myself searching for guidance, lost in this labyrinth of uncertainty. The mission I sought to embark upon feels aborted, as trust in sources have gone awry and human tongues have become tainted with deceit.

My love, I struggle to regain the guiding light of my path. Each knock from a Jehovah's Witness feels like a futile fight, for their beliefs hold them dear, while my doubts continue to be proven. Indeed, many believe, but my surprise is as thin as a wisp of smoke, for humanity's folly continues to hope for a return of a savior, in a world steeped in sin.

My intent is not to torch legacies or cast doubt upon the convictions of others, my love, but I yearn for the truth to come forth from the mouth of the horse itself. The tales of sheep, passed down through generations, tell of old men who claimed to hear divine speech, but I bow my head and close my eyes, desperately reaching for the Holy Ghost's touch. Yet all I hear are echoes of a poltergeist, promises unfulfilled. Show yourself, end this torment, and let doubt be stilled.

Prove your existence, my love, and the doubting within me shall cease. Let rumors be erased, doubts be replaced with an inner peace that only your presence can provide. I ponder the realm of heaven, questioning if it is but a mirage, a fragile trace born from my deepest desires. Is it merely a construct of longing, or is it a reality to be embraced? My belief defies logic, intertwined with doubts that refuse to be silenced.

Tell me, my love, are you the heaven I seek? Are you the illusion I hold onto, fearing the reality that lies beyond it? In this void where I confide, I beseech you to show yourself and offer solace on this night of uncertainty.

In this world of uncertainty, I lament my loss, seeking condolences within this void where I confide. The conversations I have with mortals only serve to provide glimpses of divine messages, leaving me longing for more. The tales of talking snakes and forbidden apples, they confound my senses, but my hunger for truth persists like an unwavering hound.

My love, do you exist? Or is this chaos my only guide? I seek solace in your embrace, for doubts have entangled my mind and left my heart adrift. I fear that faith's grip has unwound itself, leaving me lost and disconnected. Without your presence, my prayers cease to exist, and I am left to craft purpose from thin air, a cruel jest of my mind.

The echoing hollowness of the church's walls reminds me of doubt's cruel test. What if, my love, what if we are all stuck in a box, ensnared by life's unanswered questions? Earth's "what ifs" are declarations of the universe's secrets, and my sacrifice, my afterlife, lingers within this snare. All that I hold dear becomes suspect under doubt's cold glare.

And so, my love, this chapter in my journey comes to a close. My canvas is a point where destinies intertwine, where pleasure's path awaits me in a future that remains unknown. I shall remain, in my human form, perched upon uncertainty's throne. It is in this space, filled with empathy and empathy alone, that I express my love for you. In this world of tangled webs, I find solace in the love we share, for you are the beacon of light that guides me through the darkness.

Yours always and forever,
Ikimi Clifford Festus.