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As the day dusked yesterday,
The deflowered sun shone down 
with those eyes of a goldfish

'KATH’, got a light; 'EER’ lit a room;
And ‘AH’ illumined the night

No sound of a thing in your presence.
No bullet whirr, no horn blares 
Not even the tick tock of the clock.

And thoughts of how good it is
To smell life and to sniff an ambush 
on a friend 
Newly met under an unsolicited 
climate, crowned it all. 
As bloated black eyes remained 
promptly nudging on her fancy face
The blink of her eyes lasted on her 
glance like a mirror

Reflecting how lucky Africa could be
To breathe this crevice of word out 
in an ancient city
For pleasure, treasure and tender…
And how good it is to every ear…

Those cheeks in the dark that 
dazzled joy and sorrow betwixt… 
 Is these all a happenstance…? I felt 
the drip! Drip!! Drip!!!
Of the succulent drizzling rain, whilst 
seated under the shade of the home 
of sanctity

And the thought that someone has 
to helm the hound of your name for 
real, dawned on me. At night I 
dreamt without sleeping; sleepless 
thoughts of insomnia ravaged me, 
yet my intellect hatched; and 
became a slither of beauties of 
mangoes, pineapples and roses 
likened to you.

Yet how good to prick the secret fruit 
to speak and felt her cajoling voice. 
In my muffled thoughts, I slew my 
intentions in cold blood and rolled 
the inconveniences of those 
moments in a raffia mat and hid 
them in a secret blanket.

The cool weather speaks gale and 
blew its wind from the north. I 
shivered beneath my ribs, yet 
unnoticed to her. I stood and smiled 
in espionage and intrigue. 
Whilst enduring the stark misery of 
the chilled weather. It was over and 
out, yet her name blots my thoughts 
until cock crow…

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