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KING SOLOMON’S HOUSE


As the dusk beacons
And the night commingle with the day   
Confusion rented the air 
It was an un-endless arrival of him we await
He it the one, King Solomon

Solomon’s Eve unlock her feelings
She wept and we waited,
For the King of the house who left
His throne to no destination 

This King had little of Solomon’s wisdom
But shared more of his adultery
With his cup of wine always full to a fault
Drunkard was his middle name
All his fellow drunkard Kings
Had no clue of him  
Yet, the night twinkle away

The In-law with the baby in her arms hissed
Two hours went pass the midnight
Still, it was a house full of darkness
His Eve unbolt more of her to me
As she sobs her way to sleep
“He his dead drunk again”
Shall we all sleep, less we loose our night
King Solomon is alive with no live
But drunk in the arms of a concubine” 
Darkness exit, as the cockcrows.



Alayande Stephen T.
21st of June 2007
10.15am


In Iba, conceptualized for the scene at my friend’s place OSB.



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