Abasiama

Abasiama what are you? An Angel? A goddess? what have you done to me? What Is It? Can I express the feeling? The puff feeling from wraps of Marijuana. The feeling of cold bath on a sunny day. I am a victim over pampered by kind words from a beautiful mind. Abasiama, I am drawn to you Like Algae to fungi, Monkeys to bananas Moths to fire Phones to chargers But why? Why would my gypsy heart be willing to abandon my wandering spirit to the billows of your anchor I, am swayed, Abasiama By the peace you bring, You are special, Special kind of lithium To my insanely mind. You, Special form of Opium You create rest To the impulsivity of my carefree soul Wandering recklessly free, fearfully of stability. I think I know the physics, Life has a twisted way of creating life through atomic collisions the feelings are inescapable continuously afflicting. How else can one explain it? Abasiama The magnetization by the stretch of your lips. Brightness by the sway of your hand. And resonance watching you walk away. Uyai I am lost, Lost to your stare, Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light Look at me. I am lost Like the flame from a match struck in the wind. Lost What is it? Is it the Efere Etidot that cleanses my mind? Or the Afang that creates better images of life Or is it for me to discover The pot of an Ibibio woman contains efficacies to a better life. Abasiama So this is the chemistry I am at the point of brewing temperature Steam will emanate from me in search of answers Of how one can only see clearly by your side Of how memories without you are empty, Like indomie packaged without the seasoning Empty like days without sunshine. Abasiama, Forgive me If I could I would deny these emotions I would hang up all the times where we affectionately skirted over the pebbles of the obvious mutual intentions. I have yet to find the answers, to the questions which here lay. All I know is when I’m with you, all my worries fade away Efere Etidot- vegetable soup Afang soup