Charlie Maison Ole Nkurrunah

She was drowning With her tears forming furrows on her face As she slid down leaning on the brick wall Her heart shattered Broken to a million pieces As every memory they had ran through her mind  Like a film set She was only fifteen when they met  her dimples were still deep into her baby cheeks He was eighteen then His voice had suddenly changed Sounding like a jukebox  Playing mellow country music And now she wallowed in a puddle of misery Lost, confused and petrified Her soul was torn beyond repair And after eternity, it felt like just yesterday And now they stood separated by a wall of insecurity For she had blossomed into a flower That every passing man wanted to pick He shed a tear  A manly tear A painful flow of emotion They had told him that if it was meant to, it would be So he let go off his beautiful butterfly Hoping that it would fly back into his arms again Someday For now, he was drowning.

Strip my soul down to nothing And bathe me in your joyous embrace In orgasmic spasms I adore the naked truth from your lips And how it turns me on Seducing my ears to words I hold not I rever the euphoria The erection of my hairs on end With every stroke of your speech With every roll of thy tongue I melt away like ice cream in the sun While my heart beats away to your soliloquy Then comes the climax When our souls are conjoined In sweet ecstasy To the echo of a million melodies The words of your mouth Making us one.  

If pillows could talk They'd narrate in detail the numerous times you murmured  Almost silently to yourself Your daily struggles, your pain and sorrow They would wake up as soon as you leave to discuss your issues in awe Lamenting at how you had to paddle downstream Without any luck in your river of life On the days you cried yourself to sleep they would wake up all wet  Soaked in the tired  tears of a solemn soul They would be in a dillema Between the rock that is being sympathetic to your woes And the hard place of blame towards you for staining their cases If pillows could read the minds of men They would tell the endless worries stored in their craniums  For generations to come They would tell their pillow grandchildren who would then pass down to their own offspring If pillows had the power to write  The stories that men narrate  They would be the biggest earners in show business They would pen down bestsellers  That would in turn be converted to ...

Do not drown me eternally In the bile of your inner guilt Before you know my pain Just before you turn the page Get to read every chapter in my open book For as  much as you blame yourself Thence you will discover  That am no saint either Behind this composed visage Is a tale never told A story concealed in the depth of my being My innocence is as much As the breadth of your guilt.

When the time comes For me to get drowned  In the pool of holy matrimony I want it to be a village girl With her naïveté intact Her treasures untouched A girl that would greet me  With the fear of the gods in her voice Her skin ebony in pigment Unblemished  Not the Dalmatians that city girls have become Owing to lightening creams That conceals the beauty in stretch marks Under false pretence I will marry a village girl  Unexposed to the trickery and deceit Of emergency medication with every rising sun

I hope and pray that my unborn daughter reads this one day Because I want her to be a superwoman defined by her own terms Not by societal stereotypes or norms I hope that she grows to be a lady of virtue, of substance and honour To love and cherish life with all its trappings in equal measure I hope she grows to love what is just and right And to loathe hate with all her entirety For it is a burden to a good soul I will teach her to learn that she needs no flowers to know that she is appreciated Because she is a real flower, a rose to blossom  That she does not have to go on fancy dates and candle-lit dinners to know her worth That she is a princess and her value can not be measured in diamonds or gold I will show her the meaning of true love by treating her mama right My superwoman I will teach her to adore the truth no matter the cost I will point her towards the paths of  my mother, her mother, their mothers and all women in our lives who make us Superwomen who defied the s...

As I looked at your face My heart was filled with grace My love for you like gold Its pricelessness untold As I looked at your smile Knocking me out for a while Your tender lips Not forgetting your curvaceous hips My love for you like fire Consuming my heart with desire The desire to have you by me So that together we may be You are always in my heart And nothing will tear us apart In you I see love and affection Beauty past description Do not ever leave my sight For you are my light I cherish you every more and again For like an angel you washed off my pain That is why I send a lovely dove To bring this message of long distance love.