Adetutu by World Barnabas

T͟h͟o͟s͟e͟ t͟h͟a͟t͟ g͟o͟ s͟e͟a͟r͟c͟h͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟o͟r͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, o͟n͟l͟y͟ m͟a͟n͟i͟f͟e͟s͟t͟ t͟h͟e͟i͟r͟ o͟w͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟n͟e͟s͟s͟. A͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟l͟e͟s͟s͟ n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟, o͟n͟l͟y͟ t͟h͟e͟ l͟o͟v͟i͟n͟g͟ f͟i͟n͟d͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟. A͟n͟d͟ t͟h͟e͟y͟ n͟e͟v͟e͟r͟ h͟a͟v͟e͟ t͟o͟ s͟e͟e͟k͟ f͟o͟r͟ i͟t͟. 

M͟a͟r͟k͟ T͟w͟a͟i͟n͟

ADETUTU

If body were an Idol
I will choose you as my gift
If trigonometry were media lettering
I will tell them I have a perfect shape
If future were pillow dreams
I will rather stay in your moments forever.

My heart is an art gallery
A paint on the wall and sketches in your will
Your play diary is like Louvre in Paris
In an exhibition of engraven gem
To engraft the stream of beauty
In a body made of Jasper and sapphire.

I checked you at the tryst
Between fruits and windows of genesis
For subtle envelope of eyebrows
That televised meeting with Belinda
In continent beyond the flow of Zambezi
About the melody of second cum-ing.

I may call you sponsored mermaid of India
A sojourner in Jamaican beauty
You're neither Black nor White
But a perfect blend of Guinea Millet
With Algerian Peony in freedom land
Drawing vagabond to Kilimanjaro salvation.

Hope you haven't forgotten again AFRICA is the origin of humanity...

Painter of water melt in Sheba's treasure
To build home with Ebenezer's symphonies
Luring your shadow to settle disputes
Between African mothers and modernization
And bear children of colorful memories
Casting ampe-jumping game and tumatu.

Petals and blossom flowers
Filling the vacuum in rights of passage
Bring back the glory of Albatross
Meandering the wonders of your gaits
Come to me as the spring of missing axe
To renovate magical entrance of Seven Stars Hotel.

©WORLD BARNABAS