I met a needy old fellow
Down a grisly thought-path he'd trod
Seekin' a need like he sought a god
His voice quivering Hi; I said hello
Son! My senses are raw, my word crocked
Quell my throbbing mind. This world
Please whatchu call it?

Love is lost in the woods
Lust her next-of-kin takes charge
Brings with her lies, deceit no dirge
She's no more than Hollywood
'tis autumn, are we leaves of a larch?
Fix me this puzzles, find a merge
Or tell me whatchu call it?

Daughters gone from their mothers
Sons becoming apparitions of shame
Flipping in life shadows like a game
All knocked like blind lovers
Gettin er'tin muddled like one who stutters
I see 'em in shapes and colours
Say a word, whatchu call it?

Fun feeds today, poisons tomorrow
They eat, sleep and forget to dream
Blurry vision like a nollywood film
will there be escape from sorrow?
Whilst the coins tossed, can they borrow?
Oh I see more than what will follow
I guess you see too. Whatchu call it?

Gliding in triangles and squares
Like rain down the mountain top
Praying amidst debauchery nonstop
Will a god reckon rather rain tears?
Will the heavens engulf your fears
Burn the incense, ask your seers
Let me know whatchu call it.

How Should I Propose?
I see in her everything I desire
Maybe In the middle of the sea
On a very fine boat
And just slide it in?
Like we slid it in...

Is it best when she is asleep?
Breakfast on bed
One knee on the ground
Kiss her and pop the question?
Will you be mine?
I can't wait anylonger

Maybe she'll like it private
I'll keep it short and simple
No drama, no paparazzi
Then we go see her family
I guess she will say "Yes"
What if she says "No"?

She once mentioned "Ayelala"
Before a god in my village
What if the sun rises?
And she is not to the rescue
This is not an option
But I want her to be mine

I'll take her out
On a beautiful weekend
While the birds sings
And ***** crow at dawn
I will sing her favourite song
And slid in the rings

With a car filled with beautiful balloons
Escorted by beautiful maidens
With escorts from the royal guards
Making beautiful rendition
Then I will shout to the world
"Marry Me" Honey!

Love is beautiful
When you catch the feel
You'll just know
You want to rush in
But be careful my friend
So you don't rush out

If I do it in a store
And she says "No"
As I watch in Nollywood
I'll just collect my ring
Sell it back to them and case closed "Mbok"

Can I take her to Paris?
The city of love
Buy her a diamond crested ring
And say my vows
In that city of love
Shall we make the trip?
Will she say "No?"

Take me to Mama Folu
Let me buy her hot Amala
Or take me to Effurun market
There is a woman that sells there
Hot banga soup with starch
Just add all the living things
And pop the question

The hour has come
To do the needful
Please say a prayer for me
As I take a lifelong decision
Into a journey unknown...
And she said, "Yes"

Babatunde Raimi
Author/Life Coach/Poet
08178827380 & 08035063895

Good title for a Nollywood flick,
Script writers assemble!
One week to belt out a wobble,
But try not to get into trouble;

So, rumour around town,
That a Sudanese man is actually...in Aso Rock!,
Wonders shall never cease in that country,
But what effrontery!

"Well, could be fictional, this matter,"
"Don't take it literally,"
Posited a recent opposition egghead,
Playing advocate for the other coconut head;

That country is in trouble,
Caught in several problems,
There seems no respite in sight,
Even with assurances from the president, the other night;

Hell, what's the difference anyway,
The real one was no better,
The people of state should accept their fate,
Now, before it is too late.

Dear Future Wife
Without whom I'm a social misfit
A jet without a turbine
A ship without navigation
And a fish without gills
This lines are specially for you

You are the reason I was created
Subjected to "Undue" marital pressure
But if marriage was a product of age
We'll have less divorce today
Trust me, I didn't mind them
Because for you, still I wait

Not only are you my still waters
You are the one I've been waiting for
Daily, will I plant kisses on your forehead
Rub it in with "The Thumb"
Even when I cultivate in your farm
I'll proceed in love without boarders

I wallow in blissfully nightmares
Awaiting the Queen of my heart
Without whom there is no me
Daily will I look into your eyes
Kiss your luscious lips like a movie star
With the love I consecrated for you

Don't let me tell you about my "Third"
But did I tell you about my legs?
They are 88 inches long in totality
Imagine these wrapped around you!
Telling you midnight stories
And listening to you with my heart

The world awaits our manifestation
I'll stoop to learn your love language
Love you heartily and unconditionally
My phone and laptops will never come between us
Same prayer for Nollywood and Bollywood
I can see you smiling and wishing already!

I'll say "Sorry" for offences you commit
I'll practice advance forgiveness in love
I'll shut my gates to all "Limpopo Gals"
For I am a vessel, curated solely for you
They are all waiting to see your face, a dazzling mirage  
But they all have to wait for the unveiling

"Ape jeun, kii je ibaje"
A coinage from "Ipinle Omo Odua"
It is good to marry early, but best to marry right
This has been my guiding principle
Wait until you find "The One"
There will not be there when challenges brew

As for me and my "Beautiful Something"
Together we will raise principalities and powers
Kingdom stars, world shakers and trail blazers
I know you are reading this piece now
Just a little more time we wait
Before we seal it with a kiss...

Old John Joseph
Was a man with 2 first names
Corey running past me
Walnut Heights remains

Flickering in my memory
Toy room, garden, bar
Walnut Heights, Ohio
Exoplanet star

African American religion
Soul - it's in the air
I told Jesus
Highwater Everywhere

Now I read of Nollywood
Morrocan mint tea
Jerrod Pope, Ernest Thomas
Sacromentally

                      Si.

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