Silas Bamigbola
ROMANCE
Our brother has fallen out of love again,
What shall we do?
Here is he, broken,
Sulking and trying to find solace
From we his homies
“Brother, don’t be catholic than the pope,
Have you forgotten that
Our sisters are not sexless angels.
When it comes to romance
Mr Cupid is more respected
Than God.”
Untitled I
I thought lovers were supposed to find solace in themselves.
To spread out before themselves,
Sort out and pick out
What makes their souls cold
And allow the hot flame of love to warm them
Instead of recoiling,
Instead of telling themselves
” got this”
As though they are strangers.
Untitled II
when the world was cold towards me,
i came to you, my lover, for warmth
and you were ice.
Untitled III
we played the game
of who is more evasive,
you won.
PRICELESS RUBY
I asked Arike,
“Who are you?”
She said,
“I’m a map
Leading you into places
The universe has intended you to be
And also to show our kids the right route in life”
Then, I knew
I did not make a mistake in making her
My priceless ruby.
Untitled IV
The way time scampers whenever we are together,
an hour lurching into another hour, then into five hours,
and then into eternity, reveals to me that time is jealous of us.
Time wishes it also had a lover.
Untitled V
So, this night, I sit with your memories nestled in my heart, my earpiece tucked in my ears, listening to Romeo & Juliet sung by Johnny Drill, and I realise how much I miss you. How much I want to be in the same space at the same time as we breathe in the same air.
For Feranmi
On nights like this
I just cling to the beautiful memories
We’ve shared.
I draw your dimpled-beautiful smiling face in my heart
And as I close my eyes,
I revel in the feeling it
Gives me whenever I stare at
Your loving eyes.
My heart longs for you,
It yearns to be in the same space with you,
To give you warm and loving hugs.
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