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A year after

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A year after your demise, I can still hear your voice singing loudly around the house  A year after, I still perceive your choking perfume, that particular one I don’t like, that makes me want to choke you A year after, I still hear your voice telling me to dress like a lady and act less like a man. You were not a fan of the tomboyish lifestyle and that’s part of why you think I am not married yet. Lol A year after, I can still hear you bragging about how you will protect me and not allow anything bad happen to me. You did not take me for granted.  A year after, I can still hear you saying any man that wants to marry me is in soup because they will have to go through you.  A year after, I still want you to disturb me about what you should wear out.  A year after, I still want to call you ‘brother Niyi’ when I need a favor from you. Lol A year after, I still see us fight and raise our voice at each other. And what was always the reason of our fights?- Food! We are both foodies but our ‘

Oldie

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  “What’s in his head?” I wondered ,  as I stared at him . “What’s on his head?” I wondered as I stared at it from my seat,  realizing he had partial alopecia.  That one  round, smooth, oily, bald spot Elderly,  D rowning in his clothes  with a  color  as brown as dust I could not tell if they were dirty or just brown His shoes had seen better days   I observed his facial expression S eemed to me like  he  was in a dilemma  as he paced in no certain manner   Sane or insane,  I could not tell…   …till he spoke!   His voice  so   fruity  His accent  so  creamy, I could taste it   He was courteous and full of wisdom An erudite too, I assumed,  as I finally sighted his bag, books, papers and files  a rranged  neatly on a bench . He sipped tea at intervals from a transparent plastic bowl  T he same ty pe my grandfather liked to use   He wrote, what?  Probably his will or a letter to his unborn great granddaughter.    He seem ed to know it was his last days Reason  he wore the  color  of the

Still Alive

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  I was told dying is a peaceful process But how would I know? Air still passes through my nostrils Filtering my thoughts I wonder how the deceased feel Or do they feel at all? The noise on earth is deafening The emotions overwhelming  10:50pm, I ponder as I lay in my bed How calming it will be, to zone out To experience complete peace and silence To shut your eyes and not see a thing To drift away into a world unknown Void of people and emotions Such relief! Would it be human to envy the dead? Then I actually zone out To have this feeling And I realize it was just sleep! Just sleep? It feels like a near death experience  Truly, in our sleep, the world might be shut out for a while  But is that the real experience my mind craves? Sleep is the closest to death But in it, we dream And our dreams remind us that we are still alive Maybe I’m insane I’m still alive Maybe I should choose life And sleep more ... maybe? Edited by Damilare Sanusi

Too late? Nah

 Hi there! Thank you for clicking that link 😘  This is an unplanned write-up. I just wish to share what the year has been like for me. Ok truth is, I have never been the type to end a year in a grand way (relationship-wise) by doing appreciation posts, mentioning names of people that had an impact in my life that year and the like. I equally am not loud about things I will be stopping or people I will be cutting off. I notice many people do that “this new year, I’m cutting off toxic friendships” bla bla bla. My dear me sef, I want to cut my own self off... scratch that. Apparently, the year 2020 was a tough one for everyone globally. Mehn!!!! The first painful thing for me was Kobe and Gigi Bryant’s death, alongside everyone on the craft with them. I wept! I wept like I had a personal relationship with them. I am still not over Kobe’s death. I loved that man. Then I lost a very dear friend in February. There were several deaths here and there. Chadwick Boseman’s death shook the world

Musings

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  How soon is too soon Before the rust on love  Is washed away The first sight? The first hello? Where do you go When you find yourself Nursing a thirst for a human soul So alien to you It dehydrates your concentration Only your eyes can see it Your souls have met That voice That unshakable nature The weird echoes of joy Is all you're afforded Nonetheless priceless They say the third eye is clearest So you're sure That seeing it In your dreams  Is nothing but a good sign Will I ever see you? Or will my dreams  Remain the only bridge  Upon which our stars cross By Deelivia and Damilare

Forbidden

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I craved a love so deep I got it... literally  Rivers of affection flowed It made me so cold I only wanted a bowl But my thirst, I could not control I walked by the riverbank  To draw my peace I heard a voice sing my name My hallucinations tried to play a game I have heard about mermaids My grandmother said they are evil But this was the purest being ever Her eyes filled with innocent desire She sang again, softer and sweeter To ignore the voice would be bitter  She left, and I dived into the river  Hoping not to shiver  I swam several feet deep For this goddess, I must keep Joined by love Forbidden by nature To drown or to float? I choose to drown She is the cold water to my thirsty soul  I craved a love so deep I got it... literally ******************* Inspired and edited by Oluwadamilare Sanusi

This Song

A chorus resounds in my ears I recognize the voice I’ve heard it times before It has become my medicine A chorus resounds in my ears It gladdens my heart It calms my nerves The lyrics- my mantra! A chorus resounds in my ears Oh! How sweet the melody! That put me to sleep every night And opened doors to my beautiful dreamland A chorus resounds in my ears This song now lives in my memory For I no longer hear it at bedtime My mother, the singer, has gone to rest...in peace