My name is worth its weight in gold
so why should it be sold
in exchange for apples and berries?
I want it written in a book with a mark
that points to my achievements.
longer than a note
scribbled hurriedly at the back of a book.
It would speak of my travails and my journey
with a voice louder than a speaker
arresting your attention with my clarion call to listen
as I thrill you to more than a game of thrones
my life is a drama with no series
Its episodes not in a sequential event.
You see…I’d love to love and like to love but it’s hard
I’m quick to talk the walk but slow to walk the talk
as my six inches shoes won’t let me run
convincing myself that things won’t fall apart
until life does a drive by reminding me of Achebe
and what we have in common, the love of the pen
and the adventure of words on a paper chase,
high on speed as the release of dopamine
is the one formula that gives us pleasure
I’m suddenly flushed with feelings
no longer an android to my passion
cos you see I can be closed off...
just ask the dude that I ran off. He’d testify to my goriness
I slayed men with my tongue, I was on a mission
to rid the earth of something that is impossible
As man and woman must cohabit to make the earth fertile
For how can it survive if we were all homosexuals?
I was more in love with the idea of being a feminist
and too blind to see that I was becoming a masochist
I was fifty shades of fucked up… Christian grey was my mentor
I was in self-denial, afraid to trust until I was thrust by one direction
Not that I didn’t know that I was beautiful as that was the bane of my inexistence
But I’m a circle not a square…with all my flaws…that’s what makes me beautiful
And now I await the one, whose company mine will keep
I’ve outgrown mills and boon, but you are still a silhouette
For your name I do not know but I hope and pray it would be worth the wait in gold.
