Like Sidi
He was my Baroka
See he saw me with his eyes and his mind pursued me
No matter where I turned, his thoughts were there, staring me in the face
Ok, I confess, I didnt quite run away from this thoughts
They made me blush and giggle
They lit up my eyes and tickled my inner woman
A beauty to behold was Sidi, a beauty to behold was I
Both our innocence drew us like moth to flame
Oh like Baroka
Plotting and scheming did he
Till he had her in his arms
Till he had his vision become reality
Plotting and scheming did he
Oh my gullibility, oh my head! My poor head
I wore my head up high, queen of hearts
Oh much like Sidi, I walked into an open trap
Oh my gullibility!
Now his surprise has come upon me
Our little secret in dark places has come to light
and so now plot and scheme we must
Wipe away finger prints, off my hair, my waist, my cheeks
Wipe away finger prints off the walls of my mind
Erase it all
Rewind, to the day in the market place
Like Sidi , He was my Baroka
Good one.
Crescendo and then decrescendo. A nice styled poetry.
I enjoyed reading this.
coming from you
, thanks !
Beautiful!
amazing….Wole Soyinka will be proud!
Good and simple
Good and simple.