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A concert , a leather jacket and a shy girl

A CONCERT, A LEATHER JACKET AND A SHY GIRL.

After another stressful day at work, I sat down to catch up with the happenings in my State on the television. The Commissioner of Police was given a press release about a widely publicized murder case. A dead body had been found at the back of a stadium which had recently hosted a concert. A concert which I was also fortunate to attend.

As expected from an International act, Davido brought the whole Adamasingba Stadium to life with his performance. On the TV, the Commissioner was lamenting on the lack of evidence to continue with the investigation. I picked up the remote control and changed the channel. Reveling in the music from MTV Base, I picked a leather jacket which I had collected from a shy girl I met at the concert. I killed the shy girl to claim ownership of the jacket. I can’t wait for the next concert.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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The love I know

Knowing you loved me, knowing you still love me, my heart feels peaceful;

Knowing you are happy, knowing you are contended, my soul is glad;

Knowing you will always be with me, I am rest assured that everything would be fine;

Knowing you still cheer for me in all my victories and comfort me in my downfalls, I’ll always be a winner;

I feel your presence in every room, I know I’ll always be guarded;

I still feel your love, I still feel your touch, I know you are and will always be with me;

Summer or winter,
Rain or sunshine,
Day or night,
I’ll always love you just the way you have loved me;

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This wasn’t a game

THIS WASN’T A GAME, IT WAS REAL.

“the last person to reach up, would take the fastest route down”
Seeing the jovial faces around me,
I calmed my nerves.
No one is throwing the other off the cliff
That would be murder. Dark humor this is.
“grrr” cried the gun, and off we went.
Panting and gasping for air as I came in last.
“that was exhilarating, so much fun” I explained
But it hit me as I was lifted and thrown off the ledge.
It wasn’t a game after all, it was real.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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PAIN

Pangs of pain
Throbbing in the stomach
The turning and churning
It was not an easy task
The baby was born
The process got repeated
Until they are three
What a blessing to motherhood
Days of hunger
Coupled with tiredness
But I could not eat
I never have enough to feed them
Who will end my pain?
What can soothe me?
What is my essence without them?
What type of news is this?
They brought the news
Of their cruel death
Hit and run they call it
What could be more brutal to motherhood?
@AmazingPen
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It’s all you!

Not my fault:
That I’m attracted to you
That I want you all for myself
Not my fault that I’m falling in love
It’s not my fault that I always want to be with you.

It’s your beauty,
Your smile,
Your intelligence,
Your personality,
Your awesomeness.

It’s not my fault that I want you
It’s your fault for being almost perfect

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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A love story.

A LOVE STORY THAT ENDED IN BLOOD SHED

All of my life, I take few things seriously. Very few things. But the one thing I don’t joke with is the only woman in my life. My dear Beatrice.

“I will love you till I die or I will die trying” was the promise.

Soaked in his blood and staring at his detached head. “I am so sorry Kolade, I just had to make sure that you keep your promise to my daughter.” I explained. Although I am not so sure he heard me.

When it comes to my daughter, Beatrice, you either love her till you die or die trying. I will always make sure of that.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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An inexplicable feeling

This is the strangest feeling;
The weirdest feeling;
The feeling of butterflies in my belly, what is it?
I do not understand….
It’s like an ecstacy I can’t phantom;

He walks past and nothing else seems to matter, I just fall into this magical trance!
Your eyes, your dreamy brown eyes; I get lost in them by just starring at them, why?
The butterflies in my belly flutter when you smile; The Nightingale sings every time you speak, but I do not understand why;

Never have I been to cloud-9, but looking into your eyes takes me there every time
You walk into the room and all I see is Apollo bringing the sun to me
I wish someone could explain this feeling

I know I’ll understand someday;
The day when you’ll know I exist, the day you’ll finally look into my eyes, the day our hands touch;
Even if I have to wait till our hair turns gray and our souls leave our bodies, I’ll wait;

When all this happens, we will be together forever

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A new world

This is one event I always wanted to attend
The event far away from everything and everyone I’ve ever known

I’ve always been a very shy girl, “daddy’s little girl”
But today, I have decided to break out of this domicile
I have decided break free of these shackles!

I ride away on my bike wearing my lucky leather jacket, to a never-ending concert of my life time;

To discover a whole new world of adventures.

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Crushed soul

You’ve loved
You were deeply in love
But to no avail
You lost your love.

Your heart is in pieces,
Your soul crushed
Plans scattered
And emotions in turmoil.

Allow me in
Let me be the cleanser
Your bringer of joy
Banisher of sadness
Harbinger of glad tidings.

Let me make a promise,
I love you as you are
As broken as you are
As crushed as your soul is
And nurse you back to life.

The pieces of thine heart
I will pick
And rearrange
And make you whole again.
But only,
If you allow me!

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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ADETORO

Adeniyi-Adeyinka Adetoro Olajumoke

Olajumoke Adetoro…
Some ladies are destined to be great
But she is greatness personified.

A go to girl
In times of loneliness and despair
A good friend
Come rain, come sunshine

Cool, calm and collected
Beautiful, intelligent and friendly.
Humble, nice and charming
She is the full package.

Did I mention beautiful?
Whether low cut
Or braids
Or letting her natural hair free.
Adetoro is pretty.

Hmm, you see this lady ehn
Extremely gifted she is
Sings.
Plays soccer.
Athletics.
Writes poetry.

Oh! Did I mention she’s taken?
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe

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