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With whom i am well pleased.
Standing under this very nim tree, i cast my mind to the good old days.
Those days when our love burnt like candle lights in Those corners.
Those days when you will sing your love for me in the dark of the nights.
Those days when parting ways was never dreamt of.
I still recall those thick black nights i would sneak my way from the watch of my parents to your ever waiting arms.
The taste of your wet lips pressed on mine.
Your hands running through my body sending cold messages of your love through my veins, in search for what i don’t know, what i don’t care to know, for all i know is your love.
How could it be that you are now far away, how long will i wait.
For how long will i wait for the forever we promised that is now taking forever to play.
For how long will i wait on this shore, this same river shores we wrote our names on.
This same crispy sands we built houses with.
This same shores where we first met.
I pray you not to forget the days we walked through the streets, running, laughing, hiding behind shops when flashlights of cars which may carry familiar drivers that may cut our day short.
I pray you remember your words.
I pray you I you promised to return.
That cold morning you left me in tears
I couldn’t let go.
I watched you disappear with those travelling bags, leaving me with the words “i will return”
I hope you do.
I hope you survive the struggle out there out
I hope you survive the temptations out there
I hope those old ugly face’s that are hidden behind Mary kay’s foundation doesn’t move you
I hope you always remember my pretty face even when you sleep.
I hope you always remember my soft ebony skin and not fall for those bleached skin carried by ladies in that Ideal City.
Those dead skin that smells like mother’s native maggi “okpehe”; too many harsh creams, little wonder they always wear perfumes.
I hope you still prefer my cookings to those poisonous “White Maggi” stew you eat now.
I hope those exposed cleavages don’t move you,
I most tell you, their pillars are of foam bras
For they are I flattened breasts.
I hope you don’t return with one of those ladies with pierced nose, high heeled shoes and rubber lashes,
Her brain cooked senseless, that would look at me like an old artifact dug up from the past.
Those lashes, yes, those lashes, i heard are from the devil’s own armpit hairs.
I hope this long tarred roads that took you away from me bring you back some day.
I write this in tears
I hope they touch you
I hope the to carry my voice to you
I hope they remind you of home
So many hopes i have hoped, hoping i don’t hope in vain.
I await your coming like the Christians do for their MESSIAH. I
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