The Preface

This‘ the book about my first
The day I quenched my thirst
The time my best book was read
When my heart became all red
My long coy mistress gave in
And decided to give me not thin
But what is antonymous to nothing
The experience I would tell my grand children and ancestors
The story about the singing heart’s ring
A rare property that can’t be passed down by progenitors….

Chapter One (won)
…A dream it was like
When the love started with a spike,
Grew into a flame that sent signal
And the two hearts confronted as if the final
It kicked started with a friendly touch
Passes I threw perfectly – said the notch

My lips buried in hers
I clipped to what she prefers
Oh! See lips articulating as in bilabial
Not plosive but slightly fricative
This went on like a drama serial
The enzymes in her saliva aided the digestion of my happiness
Our body perfectly linked like the Siamese twins
Our belle especially; black and rich in sweetness
Our lips continue the battle of wins….

Chapter two
…Her eyes fixed at mine
Her brow like rainbow so fine
I helped toss her glasses
In which she sees us in future keeping cut grasses
Her smiles left dimples which left wells of fulfilment
I need no rope to go in, already got encouragement
Her chains, rings and gown all pulled at my order
Looking at an impeccable creature which could raise murder
Softly removing the large containg goggles of enclosure
Revealing the EDUNS – my eyes fixed at the exposure
They at tree top beside a lake
For them, nothing I can’t Stake

Chapter three (Grand finale)
… I peeped at the lake beneath me
I discovered a river between be
With a golden fish mouth widely opened
Like the fish which beckoned on uncle Jonah
I prayed it, I couldn’t be eaten
I’m Fired like daddy Elijah
I’ve not come to go back to where I descended
Rather only my rod ascended

The river pathways with a raise of the rod
So went in safely, the instrumenþof a god
In it were seven Americas
And seven kingdom of Africa’s
Root – like being alone in the paradise of no eternity

Epilogue(the regret)
Sudden halt it came what seemed like infinity
Hatred gathered for my act
Again! The once ‘morning star’ made impact
This not exactly happened to a German doctor of great prowess
Can’t man be all sunless?
Sin is sweet with ulterior motive
An AC could turn explosive…


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Elijah studied English in University Of Ilorin. He has ardour for writing poems and short stories; he has over a hundred pieces in these genres to his name. He nicknamed himself "Germane" as a result of his frequent use of the English word. He says: "Art is my heart".

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