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LOVE ON PHONE (2) Two weeks run past us Who, when do we breaks the jinx? She can’t come to Lagos Her project thesis on her neck It then fell on my round neck. I just came back from Accra Scheduled another to Abuja Excuses galore rented the air Was I scared to beholding her? Would I like what I will see? She is getting impatient As she long a feel of me Dirty mind! not of that you think For she is intact even at Two dozens plus one age Her calabash not yet broken. I was proud of her sanctity Joy smiled over me of her chastity Could she be the heart I have been searching for? Please, don’t tell it to her that I am dying to see her too. Alayande Stephen T. 8.25pm 8th November, 2007 The story continues.

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