He was shrewd at getting her heart melted
As they dialogued at one coffee-corner in the dark
Adelé wasn't in the mood to fall for the grind of his pestle
She had stayed at one side in the heart of a mortal
Just to get warmth from the talented hole created therein
Until Àyìnlá came to touch the soft part of her yam
And her obsequious part picked to kowtow to his claro call
Àyìnlá has been on his knees, pleading for the reverse of her admittance
Adedokun Seyi, nick named ‘Godsent’ was born and raised in Oyo state. He is a campus journalist and a lover of poetry. His works have been published on ‘Tell.com.ng’ ‘Thepageng’ and he has received two nominations in campus journalism. He's a proud member of the union of campus journalists where he is the deputy editor-in-chief. As a member of Lumen society where he heads the desk of capacity building, he has built interest in developing followers and leaders. He enjoys being among people who will be the chariot of development and transformation in Nigeria.
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6/4/2018 09:10:24 am
Let me just say that the adedokun uses the utensils in this poem is absurd, but he pulled it off and made absurd awesome. Loved it, sincerely
6/4/2018 09:13:14 am
But since its a poem if I'm not wrong, It would have been better if the things like Adele, mortar, pestle had hysterics, so that they could be explained below. Not everyone who stumbles on a poem is a good poem interpreter
19/4/2018 11:12:06 pm
The inference of a perverse mind will do no good to this piece. For the poet's descriptive words aids such.
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