To my Ex.
I choose you when my heart beat like the bata drum at ayegbaju market,
Without thinking twice, doubting or pausing I arranged my heart like skelewu dance, dancing when I'm not fit,
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What happened that day.
Hope you never forget our first meeting,
Beside apoka tree on the struggle land called future,
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Our first contact was on WhatsApp "Hello, I'm Odelana Adejoke",
I blinked my eyes in war and peace, maybe the message was a slick,
I quickly travel in happiness and questions, how will the sunname looks alike,
Chai! Within seconds, my thought react allergic.
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Men rise and fall like a winter wheat...
I've dine with struggle and my throat melt
Have been in hell with the company of parent
What a precious life that war preserve till eternity.
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The Gbagi, in divine dance, move,
Nupe voices sing, rhythms prove,
Hausa relish their gooey fare,
While I, a wandering soul, do dare.
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Upon the northern road, where solitude reigns,
I embarked, compelled by a resounding call,
More solitary than the West's barren plains,
Yet northward I ventured, heeding the call,
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My ear, enchanted by your whispered tales,
Those men of lust are lost at your first sight,
But I, with deeper glance, see what prevails—
Deceit, and flaws that shatter love's delight.
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I know that the sun rises in the east
And sets in the west, a daily feast.
The seasonal changes begin in the north
And finish in the south, a cycle of rebirth.
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Why is the world a flux?
Continuous movement and change perplex.
What is the world made of? Ionians say,
Not a myth in chapters and verses to sway.
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