'Segilola Eleyinju Ege' by Abaire Jeremiah

I give a meticulous gaze into the wood.

I see sundry trees,

But I have not discerned the best as Iroko.

Copious leaves has my mouth harboured,

But none pleases its tastebud as the bitterleaf.

Into the jungle do I give a stare,

My optical nerves relays to my brain

That the lion remains the king of the jungle; a termless one.

With profound and intense meticulousness,

I give a prolong gape into your world—a muliebrity’s,

But I never descry your such—elegance personified.

The petals in your unalloyed beauty has done nothing

But gained my utmost undisposed attention.

Segilola!

Orekelewa!

See me as no suitor,

But rather, discern me as an imminent consort.

Many might have visited you uninvited

And innumerable are still likely to come

To seek your meek hand in the to-death journey.

My adumaadan!

Give their thirst no liquid

‘Cause my intimacy and affection is of no march.

Segilola!

I know not, but thirst to know, the bird

Which pooed you,

But I perceive through your gorgeousness that it has taken a good intake.

Let the skin beaters beat the skin to a rejoice.

Let North and East and West and South

Come to the centre and exult to our merger.

Let my people from the South

Meet your people in the East, in mutuality.

Segilola Awelewa!

Grace me with the grace not to edify my edifice in the aura.

Let my castle be constructed on your gentle heart and no other place.

Cloth me with the garment of mercy and let me singularize a one-man boulevard that leads me into your heart.

When promiscuous mistresses dualize boulevard into their dead hearts,

Please let me be the only walker on the boulevard leading to your heart.

Let us effect a merger to our hearts

And transform them into one.

Let us couple our souls

And make them one.

Let my flesh be yours

And yours mine.

Let your bone be mine

And mine to be yours.

Let us birth parents to our grandchild together.

Those that will cloth our eyes with the earth on that day—

A day when my love for you shall know its bound on this phase.

Arewa!

Courting you is a bard.

Intertwine your hand with mine and let me take you on an adventure to the poetic world.

Let us take our seats in the amphitheatre of the cloud and watch and listen to my poetically sage brothers dispense.

Alas!

I will use the whole poetic vigour in me

To regain your sanity when Akeem Lasisi steals it with his mesmeric dispensations

And when Ayoola Goodness Olanrewaju plunders your understanding

With his humble and wit-challenging issuances,

I will take you to the bardic abode of Tukur Loba Ridwan for decipher.

Oh!

Our poetic voyage and adventure will know flaw

If I do not make you discern Micheal Ace.

Under his poetic pedagogy have I been illuminated.

The bardic door has he opened for my comprehension.

What joy it will fill my heart

To eye you by my side diurnally.

The physician may diagnose a hole in my heart,

But I will snub his diagnosis

And believe that it is not a hole,

But an aperture between my heart to commune with yours.

It will be exemplary to a butterfly trying to put off a kindled fire

When anybody attempts killing my affection for you.

Segilola eleyinju ege!

My tongue differs from that of the politicians’

Which voice, ‘I will do,”

But never does.

It differs from the political parties’ manifestoes

Which read, ‘we will implement,’

But never implements.

My desire for you is not a desire for satisfaction on the couch.

Olowo ori mi,

Let the archers of heaven fire their arrows of blessing toward my affection

And let our drivers to this terrain shower us with benediction.

Don’t let my admiration be a crazy one like Adeosun Damilola’s.

Abaire Jeremiahis a graduate of biochemistry who also has a passion for writing and inspiring people through his inspirational articles published weekly on www.abaireolawale.wordpress.com

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