My Lady

First time?
From a distance
Picking each step
Not wanting to hit a stone
Figured so shapely
Kim Kardashian's clone
And that was it
When I picture her now?
Definitely not on "white and white"
But on clothes so tight
They accentuate her edges
With some killer shoes to go with,
Stilettos and wedges.


So beautiful,
She could make ice thaw
Yes, a dame to kill for.
Bereft of negativity
She laughs with her friends
This side of her
I came to know
Since then, for us
it's been raining snow.
She now shares in my tears
Helping me find my way
And allay my fears.


Crazy texter she is
Yet soft over the phone
Oh! Her voicenotes
Like ice cream in a cone
Her "pidgin" sounds forced
"Ajebo", I tease
Deep down she's all but that.
She can talk for Africa
Amebo like that.
Thanks to NYSC, Eunice and Red cross
Our paths may never have crossed.
Using this ink as a medium
A platform, a podium
To let you know
You deserve all the good
That life's got to show.


Dedicated to Temiloluwa Olasehinde


By Alle Odhiameh Ayodele

Dirge for my Earphones

 

You were my passport to solitude
Created a place of fortitude
Where I could smile, feel pain
A place where people not there
Made me sane.

 

In ur obvious absence, I brood
Remembering how with u
I needed no food.
Holding faintly to the hope of ur return
Like the uncertainty of a lunar eclipse
When the clouds turn.

 

This I pray, this I say:
Whoever finds u
Should fathom ur value
Extol ur virtues
Know ur worth
And like a little child
By u be taught.
Keeping u safer than I ever did.
Cos for u I'll forever feel a need.

 

 

By Alle Odhiameh Ayodele