which end of tree to shake lightly. Maybe even throw some rocks up into unseen corners of the tree. The result always bears fruit and he'll catch every one, never letting his fruit hit the ground first. 

Barefoot and trusting, I crossed the threshold
Respecting holy lines drawn between Moses, the burning bush and the scorching heat of an early Ibadan Sunday afternoon

His eyes crinkle in delight I step into his outstretched arms. Even though it’s a crisp chilly morning, I only feel the warmth of him and that delicious manly smell of him.

We are fresh free leaves springing through summer vines
Lively with colours of the inevitable
We are travelling histories branching out

You see it, don't you?
You see it? Don't you?
You see it. Don't you!

They walk in here, eyes filled with promise, feet heavy with responsibility and their hearts, carrying the future. Regardless the wedding vows, it’s all the same thing…

Sticky on me like grimey sweat made dry after a long walk through Balogun market. Clingy like the gung at the bottom of my dunlop that I can never get off. If only I could take you off and…

In consecutive fleeting moments, you made me feel like I am
You'd hold me and I would be an extension of your arm
You’d look at me fixated, I help you focus

We played games with our nights and slept through our strongest moments. We aligned ourselves with herds and allowed our transportation across counties.

On the most judgmental stage of them all, we performed around the rules, shifted expectations and redefined the purpose of illusionists. We made magic, and fooled us all.

The journey from where I was when I wanted to be where I am now has been long. I shall not mourn the things I left behind…