Sophocles Writes

I’ve been sitting here thinking of words to describe a person as remarkable as he is;
I might not have found the best words but I have the truest words;
He is one in a million a special kind of ‘character’, if he was an actor I would watch every movie he features in;
He makes the angry ones smile, the sad ones happy, the stressed ones relaxed, let’s just say he is a magician with no wand;
He is an impeccable writer who brings every syllable and every word he pens down to life, that I do admire;
His persistency and perseverance awes me till this very day;
Akinkunmi Ajagbe, a true son of the soil indeed;
The friendship we share is one I’ll cherish for as long as I live.

It’s midnight,
The nocturnals are roaming
And I can’t shut my eyes.
Stranded in the land of the living,
When I should be walking the neitherlands.

It’s midnight,
The diurnals are asleep
And I am here all alone,
Even my thoughts deserted me,
When I should be dreaming of better times.

It’s midnight,
The world is calm and pitch black.
Like the night, I’m silently in chaos
But unlike the night, there’s no calm
When would I ever be whole?

It’s midnight,
And the night watchmen are moving about,
The swish swash of jungle boots,
The shrill sound of their whistles couldn’t reassure me.
I’m here, all alone, with my pitch-black thoughts.
It’s midnight, but I don’t want the morning to come!

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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Dear phoenix,

I can be with you every hour, every minute and every second of your life. I can flood your face with soft kisses every morning. I can take all your pains away with a single touch.
You need not mask-up to fulfill your duties as my husband.
Love is highly overrated? But if this is not love, then what is?!
Come to me my dear, talk to me, tell me you love me; let us be captives of each other, let’s be trapped in each other’s souls!
Its quite unfortunate you have chosen the cowardly path and taken me away from the family whom I love the most.
Through it all, I never protested, neither have I complained. The meals are delightful by the way.
But all I want is for you to come to me, free me from this bondage and let’s enjoy our eternal love. This is all I ask of you.

Love, Hera.

“Why her?”, My therapist asked;
She was the most gorgeous damsel I had ever set my eyes upon; Her calm and collected attitude drew me closer and closer with each passing day;
She smelled like roses, lavender and freshly baked cookies, reminding me of home.
Her lingerie sitting on her perfectly shaped figure drove me nuts every time.
I was glad when I finally got the chance to smell them. I also got the chance to embrace the body I’d always fantasized.
She was not my first victim but she was definitely my best. Leaving her lifeless body behind, I got on my bike and rode till I found my next victim.

At the end of the session, My therapist stares at me with immense fear in her eyes. I look at her with a devilish smirk.

I just found my next victim.

To my Nightingale,
I miss your sweet melodious voice, the songs we sang together and the beautiful memories we shared;
Our days of unending pleasure, days when our hearts were locked, souls united and our bodies filled with blazing desire;
I miss the days of making love to you till the sun comes up, and staring into you ocean-blue eyes till dusk
We could rekindle our lost relationship, we could give ‘us’ a fighting chance, but you’re Lucifer’s bride and I am the boogie monster. We could never be.
Death shall be our only escape. See you on the other side my love.

Love, Frankenstein.