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Raynab, O Raynab,

My charming dark Arab
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The strong is frail

The warmed seeks succor
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Where have you been?

That it took me long to find thee
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No! You should know me
tears and torn torsos
Heralded your dawn
Built your city
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From behind these veils
Of mascara and eye liners
Whispers of stale
Music
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Sumayah…

Wayo sumayah
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Olusola,

Raven black beauty
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The earth’s magma shook from the roar of thunder,

Piercing through the night’s eye,
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Let me introduce myself

My name is Aderanti Fasasi
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They fall softly
Upon my shredded soul
The thud of their descent
Resonates heavily
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Oh Baba do not die, let’s dine

The soul looks out through bloodshot eyes
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Their rich cloak smells wealth

An aroma fuelled by our governments’ money
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Decency took a trip downtown

And hasn’t returned.
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Upon my stool of love

I’m buried in a casket of doubt
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15.

When my gold sun refuse to shine

And my world seems like a small house
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It reaches your brain in a mad rush

As adrenaline pumps steadily
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They call it the Dark Continent

And with pride it smiles
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Get a paper

Snatch a biro
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Oh love! Do stay

Don’t go away
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Why do they stare

At me in my rich attire
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Raynab

Raynab, O Raynab,

My charming dark Arab

My Raynab of silver oceans

And cascading waterfalls,

My raynab of coal colored lotions

Tall as the ancient pyramid walls,

Eyes like a king’s goblet

On a face fine-tuned by the sun

Beneath which lies a mouth, her promises outlet

Lover of fun

And its disciple on this planet



O Raynab,

Raynab of love,

My raynab of promises

Has flown north like a lost dove

Into northern rich tall grasses

Handsome ‘baban riga ’ with a point to prove…

That a coin-filled purse

Is the ticket to a ladies heart

What ticket bought my raynab over?

Nice evening outings

Summer holidays in Vancouver

Or 32karat gold earrings



O Raynab of wonders

A genius with numbers

And a murderer of love’s passion

Her love, my greatest obsession,

Eyes that caressed me with warmth

Now burn my skin with their wrath,

Lips that sang sweet love songs

Now lash at me like twin prongs

Long lovely evening walks

Filled now with heated talks

Oblivion seems so near,

But I know not where I erred



I’ve dug my grave with my own tool

And my home awaits me to come

A shallow abode of pain

Hurt and despair

A worry train

And heartache in pairs,

But for me a new lesson learnt,

He who uses a woman as head pad for his load

Carries that load on an empty skull



Maybe in another life

My lost Raynab

A better long love song

So long my dear

Forever cherished

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