Category Archives: Sentimental
Flowery top gracing a lanky physique
Small, visible petals strewn all over
Scent of scents, gentle as a lullaby
Just as a human frame swept by
Wisps of fragrance attending to each nostril
From a source less imaginary than real
Cologne reaching out beyond its bottle
From her to me it does shuttle
Squirts of spray permeating my psyche
With an aura that’s purely cyclic
My person – not merely my skin – it saturates
Soulful sentiments it simply actuates
Two minds maintaining touch-less contact
It’s telepathy of a sort, in fact
Split-second euphoria – swift and stark
An experience of which I desire a comeback
‘Cause I was touched – not by fingers
But by her fragrance that lingers.
This is a tale of a perfume-induced lofty feeling. Happened in a jiffy, hence
“Split-second euphoria” (last verse). Transpired sometime last week in class.
Wonderful, beautiful night it was
My being was vibrant, of course
The first number in “Contacts” I dialed
I called, defying that I was tired
In no time her voice came in
Sounded happy, I felt the same thing
Happy, friendly, approachable voice
I was glad beyond description, had no choice
Why? The previous night was different
She was drowsy, barely audible and reticent
We exchanged pleasantries and got talking
And it tagged along here
‘Twas all exciting with her “hmms,” and “ahs”
Whether to express surprise or disbelief
Heaven knows I experienced relief
That an old friend could in fact
Welcome me back just like that!
Such hospitality is quite rare
Scarce indeed – either here or there
Forgiveness of neglect I canvassed for
This she had already granted before
She rendered the chat so, so sizzling
Her giggles and laughter sent me reeling
My best discourse in a very long time
After all, warmth and friendship ain’t crime
We didn’t but talk about everything
From school to family to everything
‘Twas interesting, fulfilling with no fright
Until just one question upturned the night…
It’s a story of misconception of intentions and misinterpretation of motives. Took place sometimes in 2008. Make sure you read through the series (She was just 22 and My Resolution)
I told her her laughter was contagious
She agreed with honesty so conspicuous
My words were free, devoid of pretense
Of course, the air was conducive, not tense
Couldn’t, didn’t, never flattered her
I was myself, God sees my heart
Truth be told, I was wholly unpretentious
Sincere but not at all sententious
What’s more, my diction she commended
All through no party was offended
Her openness I matchlessly cherished
Fascinating conversation – smoother than cherries
‘Twas really a fun-filled night
No resentment, quarrel or fight
She was generous with time and speech
And was comfortable with each
No doubt, monotony was nonexistent
Just because she was coordinated and consistent
Thought the ‘network’ wasn’t corresponding
She was simply carefree and understanding
Then came that sorry hour
When the talk just turned sour
Why were my intentions misinterpreted?
Or was my motive misdirected?
Anyway, she had asked for my age
I wondered the relevance at that stage
Pronto, I knew where she was headed
I felt lifeless like I was beheaded
I suggested a trade-by-barter
A honest exchange of personal data
Truthfully, I said I was seventeen plus two
She said she was twenty-four minus two
Then began the turbulent storm
Sending us back to where we came from
My sincerity landed me in trouble
My plainness fetched me emotional hassles
She changed both in attitude and disposition
Worriedly I changed my sitting position
She said I had a motive so ulterior
Immediately I began to feel inferior
She said I had something concealed
My insides wobbled, my spine congealed
She said she knew my type
She wants no more of my hype
That guys are all the same
Devious and fond of games
I didn’t know whether to weep or yell
Minutes before, paradise I was, not hell!
God, this is open-eyed misconception
You know I exhibit no deception
All on the spur of the moment
Her accusation changed the event
Wait a minute, I never demanded a relationship
Or is age a barrier to friendship?
Gosh! Can’t opposite sexes operate on free minds
Or are there no such kinds?
Lord, please correct her wrong notion
And heal my hurting emotion
I’m a friend, not an intending lover
But she flared up, blowing her cover.
I’m not happy a tad
Victim of a conversation gone bad
I dropped my phone – blank and washed-up
Confused, I couldn’t but shut up
Does being yourself pay any more
No, it doesn’t; not at all
She said I was just flirting
Me flirting? I’ve begun irking
My heart is hardening God have mercy
I now know honesty is messy
Henceforth, I’ll be insincere and pretentious
Yes. I hereby adopt flattery plus deception
This is my irrevocable revolution
My satisfactorily tried-and-tested resolution.
Since for honesty I’ve become jittery
My sincerity is now history.
Lonely chap that I am so, so drear
This incubus’ weight I can hardly bear
But when a little further I daren’t persevere
Then my inner self came on air.
I truly crave a worthy compeer
With intent to parade some care
And truly show it’s real, not mere
To stroke a head and tousle some hair
But he says, “Not now, not here.“
Puzzled, I question: “Then where?”
Response filters to my turgid ear:
“Some other place not this lair
A place it is you’ll freely breathe air,
When to you a queen she’ll be without fear
No one save her will be your dear
Noiseless affection ’twill be, far beyond compare
Who with a kiss you’ll ask how she does fare
The scenario’ll tell her she needn’t despair
The interplay of charm, much too rare
With your love-bond will nothing interfere
Oh! What perfect intrigue needing no repair
You’ll marvel how life could be so fair
The who, where and when are just so near.”
Tribute to Bewaji Michael
Sickle-shaped cells, life-shortening culprits
Altered amino acid sequence
– funereal physiological anomaly
Nagging episodes of inexpressible bone unease
Countless sleepless nights
– so usual it turned normal
“Crisis” the physician tagged it
Till the final episode…
But why of all ages, 27?
And why of all days, November 27?
Why of all pages in Guyton, 427?
Or why in Harper’s, 627?
A profound curse on you, Valine
Thou usurper of the sixth position
An undiluted anathema on you, Glutamic acid
Why relinquish your biological inheritance?
Abundance of imprecations on you, Sixth position
Why be the venue for such lethal transactions?
Why not rather be vacant
– as in the chronicle of clotting factors?
Why did death’s chilled, congealed palms
Extract him from his life of hopes and dreams
– into sudden, immortal silence?
The tears shall roll for aye
Save I condole my frigid soul
Saying, “Life’s too short…
…for a long story”
Dedicated to Bewaji Michael, a bosom friend who died of a crisis courtesy of sickle cell anaemia on the 27th of November, 2010.
The biological explanation for sickle cell is the replacement of the amino acid glutamic acid by valine responsible for the attendant ordeal of the condition.
Rest in peace, Michael, R.I.P.