Somewhere in the silent recess of my mind
A forgotten memory is re-born
Memory of a miracle that never happened
On that gloomy day, darkness hunted our hopes
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PULL MY STRINGS
Pull my strings oh Muse,
And my smart fingers will
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Like the ever eluding ebb of tide;
The gradual graying of the once yellow sun
The plot is cheating my notions
‘Tis is beating my imagination
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Cursed be that day
Yea, woe betide that gloomy day
When the ram-rod straight, oven-hot carbide missile
Targeted no-one but you
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If the sallah cow wanted a revenge
A payback for spilling its blood
For savouring its salty meat
It should’ve sought subtler ways
Not my own flesh
Olounmaje, Not my life!
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I'm Ailing...
My heartbeat is failing
Call not the physician
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Omoolewa, omodara odejo
Thou beauteous of beauties
Thy gait of feline grace
and spotless charming face
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Flaunt no more your ‘weapons’
In them, my picky eyes takes no delight
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Under the burning sky we toiled that day
Night embraced day and the sky grew gray
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