The Other Side of Love

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"I love you, Deronke!" He said as he got close to the dining table. His eyes were moist, and veins stood out on his face, neck and arms. I wondered how long he had been crying, shedding angry, bitter tears for a love lost. I wondered how long he had kept those words buried in his heart. The words that he now poured on me.

Valentine Special: Wuraola

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Wura from the black soil - a winsome fairness

Unspeckled skin – sacred to the spectacles

Rays recollected in a feminine silhouette

All eyes can’t but slumber in the stupor of admiration

Oh! Are the orbs of your oval face moulded from the soil of the sun?

Let your lamp of love lighten the labyrinth of my heart

Accept prithee my poetic platonic proposal...

The Last Night of the Creaking Bed

He was drunk again. You would know from the intonation of his voice as he sang a popular Fela's song: "Double wahala for dead body..." His voice kept rising as if he owned the compound. The Landlady was around yesterday to insult Mother for marrying a worthless man, asking her to leave Father in his wretchedness and seek greener pastures in the arms of a better man. Sometimes, I wished I could wrap Junior’s shit in banana leaves and throw it into that Landlady’s big mouth.