. . . Lets Talk It Over (2)
I thought I was to be part of the talk
Thought that my coming
Over was of talking it over
But it appear, she has it over
This time around, all by herself.
My views never needed neither
Nor my looks never a factor
She had the calabash in her hand
IBK, had it broken before my arrival
Yet, she was all over me pleading
“Please, I’m sorry, hope I didn’t hurt you?”
Alayande Stephen T.
4.15pm
23rd November 2007
Still in the bus at Ijan-Ekiti.
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