A STENCH IN HIS GOLDEN NOSTRILS (Abimbola Duduyegbe)

See what she has turned out to be;
A stench in his golden nostrils
Her beauty and amazing personality;
Has become an eyesore to him

At first, his thoughts wandered around HER
The thoughts of HER love always fill his heart
He knew it was hard to do his biddings,
Nevertheless, his feelings won’t let him be.

Morning after morning, he grew lean
Day after day, he fell more sick
His heart longing for HER love
His body craving for HER touch

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LETTER TO MY SON

The day love would find me
In the eyes of my son
Is the day I would shame milk
Relinquishing it to you, my Sun.

Silence will not be golden the day you come
Everyone will need you to cry!
Oh my baby! Sing the song of tears
Tell us the stories of foetal fears
That you had growing within years!

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a beautiful lady dancing...talking...

THAT ONE TIME WE TALKED

Sometimes I want to touch the beat of the drum
And vouch for the thief of my form
Those are time I want to be free of insecurities like thorns
But she always remind me where I am from

Because when love found me
I was deep in fat like meat
That was when she told me I was gonna be minced.

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THE ONE MY HEART WON…

East and west, took me years to find a nest;
My bitter heart rode like a stallion
The hurt inflicted by mermaids
Till I found you, my yolk.

Men who love in the waist of wanton women
They say waste away on their thighs
But for you, what is there not to want?
I want to waste away as perfume
In the breathe of your waiting arms

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MEMOIRS OF A SOBER HOOKER

29DaysWritingChallenge
#Day10

Nothing is ever gonna change until you move. It reminds me of the story of Bola.

Bola’s story would have been a good-enough cover to project (there’s never a perfect story), but she had lots of friends who, well, for a want of better phrase, I’d say ‘who could have helped her’. But then, stuff happened.

So, I am just gonna use the story of Praise and make Bola her friend. That’s only fair to her.

Don’t be surprised, I’m not a sadist. I just want to write a story.

When Praise got admission to study Pharmacology in the university, it was a dream come true. The first person she called was Bola.

“Hey babe, I’m so excited right now!” she screamed.

“The admission list is out, shey?” an unexcited Bola responded.

“Like seriously, it is out. I am so happy right now. I got the admission!” Praise shouted into the mouthpiece. She did a double take in her parent’s sitting room.

Her elder brother, an undergraduate at the same university looked at her and smiled.

“What’s so special about Pharmacology? Did you not want Medicine?” he taunted.

Praise rolled her eyes, “Like I care. I’m leaving this house finally. As in, I can’t wait to resume.” Bola interrupted on the phone.

“Hey babe, I’m still here o. I’m so happy for you. Did I hear Tolu say Pharmacology? Abi kini yen?”

“See ehn, na as e be we go take do am. The kingdom of God suffers violence and the violent take it by force. Even if it’s not the kingdom of God but the kingdom of Jesus, we will take it like that. Na trinity something. Omo iya ni won. Medicine and Pharmacology, na twins dem be.” She would have nobody dull her enthusiasm.

“I’m very happy for you, dear. ‘Anyhow is a how’, wasn’t that what Lolade said last year? I can imagine how she’s doing now. Like na to just japa!” they both laughed – even Tolu.

“Yes o. How far? Am I still seeing you this evening? Abi you’ve changed your plastic mind?” Praise asked.

“Even if I had changed my mind, this news is definitely bringing me over. I kuku don’t have another hair stylist. But wait, emi ni plastic mind yen o, abi?”

“Thank God you know. See you later”

“Congratulations girl! You deserve it! God will do our own soon,” Bola prayed.

“Amen in Jesus name. Everything na turn by turn.”

Bola dropped the call. Praise dropped the call and faced her brother. Tolu looked away.

“Hmmm. Finally, Praise has gotten admission. What about me? She even called me first. Haaa! See my life! Why me?” she looked up, “Mummy, why did you have to leave me alone?”

Huhn! Mummy? What has mummy got to do with this? Where did mummy go? I guess we will find out. Because na as the thing come I dey take write am. See you.

#PDA