OMOBOLAJI
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Omobolaji,
You came to me
like an angel;
You're once my
forerunner; you told of my coming to the land of prominence.
You're once a
seer; you saw what other sights are blind to.
You called me
great and you aren't wrong but
you left as fast
as you came.
Omobolaji,
Once more since
you left,
the thoughts of
you invade my heart and covered my sight; I couldn't see until
I let my pen
bleed maybe this invader will leave when his blood dry in the outpour of my
heart.
Omobolaji,
You're once the
smile that heal the sick but
now your frowns
can kill a lion.
you're once my
hope when all hopes hoped away but now you look back and woe those times.
You're once the
tree, on which I leaned,
Your sweet words
were the ointment that healed my ailing heart.
Why have you
decided to turn your back now?
Omobolaji,
Why has my
presence become a pestilence?
and my muscled
body you craved for now irritate you?
Why has the
sonorous voice of a troubadour which you longed to hear now sings disdainful
strains to your ears?
Why did you
choose to see the wrongs when the rights begged to be noticed?
Omobolaji,
I have always
warned you that Life will bring your fear but you fled for the fear of
envisaged fear.
you disobeyed
me; you peered into the future and saw nothing thus you strangled the present.
you flew away on
the shoulders of my faults but unknown to you,
Life only
presented to you what you wanted to see.
Omobolaji,
I called you a
passerby because you decided to pass by when you should stay.
You opened to me
the floodgate of wisdom; buttressed it with love as pure as the spring waters
but you decided to go before I could reciprocate.
You listened to
the trusted voices: my realistic voice, the signs and warnings of your
relations
but they all
worked for Life to convince you of what you always wanted to see.
Omobolaji,
I beg of you to
cease to see what seem,
I beg of you to
cease to see through your fears or believe trusted voices that only see what
seems.
Seize my heart
now when he still linger for you.
I know you are
beautiful and will always find another man; a million men perhaps but you can
never find another me.
I hope you make
the right choice and not say your story with a deep sigh whenever you are
asked.
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