TICKLES IN MY HEAD


The heart can be merry,
Even if the man is not a jolly,
Gaiety of life appeases the heart,
Festals make even the sad one to yearn for good music,
Believe you me,many things i tell u,
I enjoy most in life,
Which transversed into jocundrity,
All those things are but,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.


Nearer to the house i advanced,
Opening the washy metal gate,
I was blown to another world,
Brighter than the crystals,
Colonised and never wanting to return,
By the aroma of the food,
Seeping out from the house,
Coming to me,
To a lower concentration,
How tasty it will be,
The meal of undoubtable sensation,
Alas, i tasted it,
How good it was ,
Like honey it was but,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.


The voice of the singers,
Drums talking in the hands of its masters,
Making a melodious tune,
What an harmony to be heard.
As waists swayed to and fro,
To the tune of the music,
It being intensified to a height,
With unrelenting tenacity of the drummers,
I moved my body to the music,
It was but,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.


Morning came with pleasantries,
Strolling the city,
A few meters away ,
Is the heavenly bodies made flesh,
Luminous was the beauty,
Her fairness aglows with the stars,
Hair long and crystal black,
And her body like midas gold.
I watched in awe as she passed,
What a ravished look!
She passed and waved at me,
What a feeling so great i felt,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.


When it fills the pocket,
That which gives satisfaction,
That which motivates and hardens the heart of men,
Can a man do without it?
Everything good centres on it,
The treasure of the world.
Oh! You money ,
Fly like a bird and come to me,
Abide with me till eternity,
Build your castle in my heart,
For only then it will be,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.


World of friends is,
A world of ideas and laughter,
A world of dissonance and accordance,
Have a good fellow and be glad,
That eases tensions of life,
What a good company to have,
Company of good virtues,
Let our jokes and laughter echo throughout the earth,
The gathering of friends is but,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.


The root of love,
Miners of peace,
My place of comfort,
There in loving arms i am,
From my cradle i was there,
Beautiful faces that are always glad,
Oh! My home,
My affection for you is but,
Like a tickle tickle in my head.

All these things i must tell u,
Is LIKE A TICKLES IN MY HEAD.


ANYABOLU IFEANYI GENTLE
AD 2018, 13TH NOV.(comics&poetry)(Whatsapp 07061816037)