Lover

I hope you know that I do not come to you by chance,

When I see you I imagine all those things you have on falling apart,

Because when we make love I see more than I half of a yellow sun, I see the entire cosmos

Your smell is sweet and fresh like hibiscus

You know the purple one

You whom I want The African Child with, A boy, with musical talents, our very own drummer boy

I hope our future together won’t be like clapping with one hand

Because when Love Whispers in the small hours

It breaks the broken silence of the,

this heart.

Inspired by Nigerian Literature and some of who have contributed to its development. We have so many 
stories to tell, around 150 million.