LOVE AND SLAVERY – BY Gbadé Olúmúrewá
You've turned me into
a slave
In the castle (of your
love),
And you feed me with
nought,
As I suffer hunger
(even beyond the marrow)
Love with
pretence,
Slavery with
gladness!
Is this love
uncircumcised?
If it's YES! I am to
be in this captivity forever,
Just dash me a remnant
from your table side,
I swear! A
simple touch shall do a perfect healing.
You choose the modern
gangsters over me,
You shout my name
with
Your semi-civilised
lips°that :
I'm barbaric,
I'm crude!
Your proofs are
wanting...
''You don't tiptoe and
bend while you walk,
You have no
tattoos,
You don't treat your
face,
Your hair is hard and
never deflowered,
Not even a punk as
hairstyle,
And your trousers are
not 'pencil-shaped'.
Then, shall I embrace
all these
All because of this
'compatibility'?
The simplicity of ME
that you condemn
Is even still complex
if you need to know
..................
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As I wish I could move
Permanently to my long
desired home - Àjùbà,
I could be on 'Àdììre'
at all times,
I could take you with
me
To the shepherd's
planet,
Where all greens live unharmed
But certainly, where you hate!
If we shall separate
here,
You as a Queen and I,
as a slave ( to love),
I shall humbly be a
servant forever,
Until you outlive that
self made beauty,
And later come to a
course of maintaining
Your original colour -
An African Sepia!
But, never forget : I might be unavailable by then!!!
© Gbadé Olúmúrewá.
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