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I write on a leafy note with an ink that prints out my thoughts incompletely. My words of love, spread affectionately in colourful fonts expressing my unmatched desire to pitch the best spot on your heart I write my words, thinking neither right nor left but with beaming smiles and eyes seeing you in each pages, of alphabets arranged in lines as I paste my emotions in letters I write of you Of an imperfect smiles yet beautiful for a queen and a wife Innocent looks melting my harden heart With soft touches like cold water Splashed on tender body A blessing to my soul I have written And won't be my last we have futured this together Even as we grow with kids and build a larger family I will still put words on paper sharing the odds and even moments of our days together I will write as our sons becomes good husbands I will still write as our daughters becomes virtuous wives This ink doth n

“I could write my name underneath your smooth skin And wipe it clean with sweet gentle kisses”, he uttered I know nothing turns you on I know nothing drives you crazy You sure do have a thick skin To resist all my dirty tricks   I will find a way in between your skin If need be, crawl through those hidden paths Or climb those tall walls till I could find that jack pot. Where just a finger would move you into my world.  

 To the lady, Ifeoluwa To the lady with the sweetest smiles and brownie eyes This was never meant to be written It was meant to be words of love Passionately pouring into your bloodstream Traveling steadily down the planes of your nerves Flowing into every corners in your heart It was meant to take you and take you over To break your guards and open chapters of love in your heart To the lady with the sweetest voice and cutest pitch This was never meant to be a poem It was meant to sweep you off your feet and make your heart skip a beat It was meant to be torrents of emotional words Filling every space within your world Touching all the glittering spot of your sweet soul Bringing you into life of love where two hearts beat as one Luring you into a blissful world of ecstatic devoid of fantasy   To this lady with a soft soul and a fine feet This was never meant to be written in letters It was meant to be engraved within th

President Buhari In my country, miracles do happen And our politicians as pastors do, Lay hands on the economy and her citizens And at once, lives don’t remain the same I have read dollars walk out of the banking hall Nobody knows where they all went None could predict the path they took Not even the cashier busy with pens and papers Not even the accountants balancing the sheets on PCs No police to trace their steps, no forensic expert to predict their path This is one big miracle, only in one nation on earth Things happen and I am not disturbed Now that change is here, we hope things changes Too much to settle, with balance not better on deficit PDP wears the blame; APC does not make much of a difference One became the arm of thieves, the other a den of liars (PDP wears the demon; APC is the serpentine devil in black Agbada) The devil is marveled at the two as the country battles in-between The defeated are defecting, some feared changed is