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What about my heart, is it your toy? What about my tears, is it your joy? What about my sorrow, do you enjoy? What about my misery, is it your ploy? What about the happy moments we played? What about the beautiful promises made? For you I've blocked the sharpness of blade, Will everything just be forgotten and fade? What about the tender heart, is it now seared? What about the lovely moments we shared? What about the first time we stared? What about the times you cared? What about the promised escapades? What about the beautiful serenade? What about the affections displayed? What about the million promises made? What about the lovely tender heart? What about the promises of never being apart? What about our lovely beautiful start? What happened to honey, boo and sweetheart? What about my feelings you tried getting rid of? What about my emotions you tried turning off? What about the gentleness like a dove? What about the million promises of love? ...

By Komolafe Samuel 9.359720N  31.600830E Dear Hill, I see you’re crouched, busy between light and blackness. The sun to your face, your shadow to the other, yet in all with smiles. The wind is a whooshing finger and only you know its touch, In the waver of twigs, in the sway of muse, in the energy of rustling leaves. I was a collage of mirages, a chase in the wisp of shadows. But when your word came, she sought me and ate me up. You are music to me like the Nubians once danced. In grandly acrobatics, amidst the carcass of fire and mist. And for you, I have swallowed such devotion like praying priests gazing at crucifixes. That in the healing of pain, I might be cured of emptiness. Learn not to know me, only to say my name this way; I am daughter to a tearful ocean. If only you know how I got forged from sores cited in tender places. How water is a secret place to embed fears/tears. How it is a stealthy place to sob/sorrow out softly. Strangers are strange...

By Komolafe Samuel There are soldiers now and they are everywhere At the markets, mosques, highways, churches, schools…. And in the peace that has just begun to flood, Suitors entreat young women in marriage They learn of the ordinariness of things Like the homestead of a pretty country lassie. Now, my light skinned cousin, Lola’ The one who chuckles in clusters Came visiting with a polite man in Agbada one evening He was her fiancée and was in suave shoes like those owned by rich city people. The wedding day had been picked with our Aso-ebi sown And as this eve to the wedding day arrived It broke before me like a vision Today, there are plenty villagers, in-laws and the extended family Mother is here with her grandchild too but in her missing mind The procedure has been done the traditional way With the in-laws pleading for Lola’ and the bride price accepted People are getting done with eating now but feet are lofting dust like this music rising high...

By Komolafe Samuel There’s the stench of rotted tomatoes, bargaining buyers and a hot noon. But from that place where we’re worn with a sore consolation and solatium. I hear I’m responding well to the PTSD therapy. I guess I understand. But still, I see gunmen Point riffles at my skull. Even in my sweaty dreams, I do lewd things to scary men. But which is less miserable between, a cortege that never was, a litany that never got sung for father as he died from sorrowing. AND mother, a bereaved piece that wouldn’t muster meaning from the presence of her only child. She is matter drifting slowly into insanity. Peering endlessly at the marl in the mud vase. And the drought of it. There looms a quietness, pilfered often by the yell of an infant. But this silence bewilders, When it lingers in the air, when it coddles the upholstery, when it smears the hung photographs. And nothing tousles as this cask of emptiness – The sole space left to fold into. Day to day, I have an u...

By Komolafe Samuel We were water, streamed through thickets and dense forests. Consorted singly as simples of a nefarious fate. They were gunmen, cladded in yashmaks and eyes that bore fierceness. We being captives, were taken from the luxury of our lives. In grieve, captives lament being seized from their villages and tribes. But the sound of it says it is not my country. Do you the fear that clutched? Such compellation and how it humbled us to the knee of submission done delicately. In fear I prayed daily, my hands coming close in tearful pleas, hoping for the miracle of freedom. Harrowing the mind came an inner pester, waring in dire contemplation for escape. She was a floating thing and some days she rose so high. I swear you could hear her in my breath. She overwhelmed some much to the ruin of them.  The gory demise of promising girls my age, some by immolations or gunshots or by lacerations. Even the shock of being witnesses to these vicious ordeals ...

By Komolafe Samuel At their arrival, we were six in all, father, mother and three of my cousins; The holiday was a new sunrise of father's cascade. His harsh...... A maps divides into two and you say a way is lost. Where strength wanes, frail water halves a city apart. Mother says that is her silence with father and that a woman's beauty is not in her curves. I touched my hips that had started to convex and hoped they would one day plane. Lizards dream into leaves. Kunle says shy boys are innocent like a fool. He would play all day like the street urchins. Only to bring his cloths for mending in the evening. I had loved to and so would cross-stitch the tear in his trousers. The vapour of your exhale will make a mirror cloudy. Lola arrived with her brothers, many novels and a tome of poems. She is an elder cousin that knows a lot more and the day she taught me to make Egusi in balls, She had sent me with a list of ingredients that are not available in our...

I just love EASTERs maybe a little more than Christmas, not necessarily because of the celebration but it brings a strong reminder of the Implication of HIS Resurrection He conquered death, so am Alive in Him He got Up so I can GET up too Yes! He pranked the Devil, He left heaven so He can get me there with Him He recover all I lost, so I have all things in Christ His Death brought me access, so I can come boldly before my Father I have received abundance of Grace and of the Gift of Righteousness, so I have Eternal Life & I will forever reign with Him! YES Forever! I have been Made Alive in Him so I walk in the Newness of Life. The Old has been done away with! The spirit of bondage has been done away with, I have received the Spirit of Adoption I have been empowered because I have the Holy Ghost in me, who was released upon his ascension on His Throne -His Resurrection Has repositioned me so am seated in a HIGH place This and more He has done, we stand, Wal...