Have been escaping neatly
But with Fola, I met my folly
We met at the NYSC
On a cold dawn when you can barely see
Shivering, cursing, sleepy, wondering
Why punish me for my degree?
Out of the misty melee
Came out the sun in its magnificent beauty
Fola, my folly.

Approach at first was a problem
But thank God for our number of the emblem
‘Cause it caused us into the same platoon
And soon started gisting like mouth and spoon
By the third day I was in love
A state I’ve been escaping before
With a feeling of orgasmic exhilaration
And a heart beating with trepidation
On the fourth, I confessed barring all inhibitions

With a smile that could melt an asteroid
No. The response same, hitting with a shock
Why? My mouth was moving without control
Why? My body was shivering with cold
Why? My mind was numbed with sorrow
Why? My heart turned to an hollow silo.
The answer finally came in the evening
We belonged to different sect in Christianity
So, religion lost me my one and only.


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