LOST PIECE

I’ve waited for you to choose me
Asking that I be the scent you wear
But she remained the only scar you ever bore
You’re not allowed to take this piece apiece
this masterpiece won't rent you peace.
I’m not your trophy  
I won't be the sentence making you tense
this story has no coma of me, you can't question mark my feelings


Body fused yet heart refused
this emotion elude me
the pain, reduced me.
I can't wait your fear to try
I can't beg your will to do
your passionless will I hate
your faithless want I distaste

I can't wait your fear out
I won't hold my heart for another time
never pausing the rhythm a while more

You want me now, not another day
choose me here, never for later
Take my heart at this instance.
Never delay this fear and doubt.
Be it now, all my wants.
Be them now, all my desires.
If now you doubt, tomorrow ain't sure.
Then my love another day can't stay.
.
Don't be sorry
sorry is when i can't have you, taste you and feel your breath on mine
sorry is me willing my heart drum your name, my lips sing your dream, and my body slithe through your manliness.
Don't be sorry, cos this heart will choose again
This heart will beat passion, passion for him whose fear is beneath your dare.

WHERE WERE YOU?

The tree died today Ife
Not even the fierce wind could wake it from it's slumber
Even the mighty rain couldn't fill the deep hollow in it's heart

I called down storm, but it's rage weren't enough to convulse it back to life 

So tell me future, where were you when the dead wouldn't wake to the dirge?
When the melody made the bride irate and the newborn wouldn't cry?
Where were you when time stopped to beckon the old to bid goodbye to the new and the present wouldn't gift us a smile

Where were you when the masquerade danced in the market square, but couldn't  get the onlookers to watch, because only misery sells. Where were you when local fries became the dessert for palace dwellers while the hawkers feed fat from the aroma.

It was said that time makes all better,  that wounds will heal in time,and memories from sorrow can slowly fade. We weep still Ife, for the budget that never water our trees, for the ballot that didn't count in hospital, for manifestos that didn't teach our students morals nor our society truth.

So Ife, I am the M missing in the Asses. Today i join in solidarity to demand that the Masses take back their pride.