My heart should be yours

Yours alone to nurture

Yours alone to tame

Yours alone to love

Yours alone to hurt

But it’s late already

The first cut is deepest

It kills faster than thousand

Stab to the heart

As coily as Brutus’ dagger

The bravest heart caves

Tis’ not the time to covet

One heart beat per time

A beat each fleeting day

As yours trudge along

Wandering far away

From the rhythm of mine

Busy journeying to ‘Sokoto’

In search of clandestine

In search of love as nude

as nudity itself

Mayhaps! love in

‘Shokoto’ is but saw-dust

Don’t arouse me

When your heart

Is not for the taking

Stay now! Stay it!

While I traverse this hinterlands

In search of ‘Adamma’

Her ebony skin

How they challenge the

Sun rays, how her breast,

Those pointed mountains,

Threaten the beads

On her chest, no belly buttons

Just shackles entangled

around her ankle

Her waist beads

Reminds me of

Each strands of chaplet

A rosary I’d pray with

Each passing night

Till the Cockerel is surpassed

A moan early enough than morning crow

Don’t awake love

When you’re but young

And crave the exuberance

That tickles youthfulness