Ebute Metta

On two close yet parallel lanes For half a dozen months Until our paths finally crossed The pulse, the adrenalin, the energy We met under the shed, protected from the elements of the burning noon sun I ran over. You stopped over. We rolled over Like a ride downhill a lush countryside, cruising on a …

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CODE LD16, When we stood still

After adding extra two hundred box to my cab fare just to placate the nagging taxi driver who complained endlessly till I reached my destination, I walked through the gate in my copy of that light green long-sleeved native and silk green cap to-match aso-ebi. The church building was such a brilliant piece of architecture …