Sophocles Writes

She said “I do”
Without much ado
Love is in the air
And the sky is so blue
She cried her makeup askew
But they were tears of joy.

The only thing constant
is change they say
After a while, myriads of constants
crept in, and like relay
They changed hands.
Hunger,
Misunderstanding,
Family interference,
Discontent.

But he loved me dearly she said
She cried but never out loud

“time waits for no one”
The things they do for fun
All gone.
“Work was so hectic today”
Slowly , she turned a nun.
She cried bitterly
But the tears were silent.

For better or for worse
Under the sun or in the rain
Those were her vows

She cried some more
But they were silent tears..

In this part of the world, divorce is viewed as detestable and a bad omen. So most women would rather suffer in silence than speak up and end the toxic relationship – Ridwan Akinkunmi AJAGBE

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Ariyike,
Come down to the village center
And witness the talking drum
Singing my praises.

Ariyike,
I am ready to follow you
To the middle of the pacific ocean
Just to visit your merpeople
And show them my bravery!

Ariyike,
The maiden of a thousand rivers
Your eyes so clear like a spring
Rumors abound of your fishtail
But love transcends physicality.

Ariyike,
Men share tales of my bravery
In market squares
And beneath their wives’ wrappers

Ariyike,
A thousand mountains I have climbed
Both living and non-living
I have swam in rivers with piranhas
Waters do really hide tears.

Ariyike,
I exit now to the jungle I call home
If you need me
Picture my face and whisper my name.

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Joy suddenly turned abstract
You turned love into a contract
But I strived to fulfill my pact

The pact to make you better
To steer you away from pain
Now it’s all bitter
All feelings down the drain

Full of pain
And no iota of gain
I’m back and better
Learnt from my past mistakes

But if loving is a mistake
I’ll gladly do it again
Give or take
I’ll come back stronger again.

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Home is not just a building, home is where we seek solace from all the troubles of the world.

Many moons ago
You left in search of greener pasture
But while you were away
Mother’s hair changed hue
From black to white.

The grass is greener on the other side
But we have no idea how
You left and never looked back
And mother went from fat
To lean, because of you

Home is not where you are rich
Home is where you thrive
Home is where mother is
Come home, my brother
Mother misses you.