Ajani:

I see the filtered tears,
laced on his visage
I felt to bring him laughter
would fill in the space.
I seduced him with sonorous attentions,
He embraced me with excessive thinking response
I almost lost to him
and later i did.

I have been seeing him around the street,
himself and no one else
As he wears his face with this garment of frown
Which blasts my heart with confusion
Along with drizzling emotion.

Ajani
Omo iya Alaadun,
My dream man
He memorised his name into my skull,
With this stinged whisper into the air
Oh my! He has got this craving lips
Which any lady in the village could die for.

He's got the fitness
on any cloth he wears,
He's got this all around,
I mean his smell.
He's got this fiery fist as he banged Salako with a dieing blow.
His height reminds me of the story of Ajagunmale.

He brought back alive the scent of the 80's crazy dance
As we take it slowly and whine
to the beat of syncro system
While ladies twerk hard
And men sips their bourbon
and some grapse their calabash filled with wine like an "agbada",
Reminds me why hookers fights over a new catch.

Ajani your bass voice sounds like that of a "Malaika"
Your dimpled cheek,your beard
Your gapped teeth embraced the moon and the sun
Your foot ride (sandal),as it crazy the eyes of the soil and sprinkle dust into the air.

I know you are the man for me
I know of your shyness and humble smile
as you wag your tail for the king's arrival
while i peeped through the window,
clapping my hands,with great concern.

I know you are the man for me
I wish i dont wake up from this dream
I wish, only if you could turn your eyes at me,and realise what i am feeling.


Mused...2016©