Friday, 9 September 2016


With unrequited affection comes the usual irony
Here I am chasing you with all I have and more
while you are there chasing him who chases another...playing out the old well know circle
l who chose on you to rain my bottled up feelings
can see you shower yours on him who floods another with his

Hello there,
girl from my book of faces
I'm he who swoons and fawns at everything you
you're good like your moniker relays
let me share in that paradise
that smile of yours, like sunset in its glory

Come dear sight for my sore eyes
here is my hand take it
closed your eyes and stare into my soul
don't be scared, follow me
lets be partners, co-captains sailing into our own forever

Here I am writing you another letter
like the 'dm' I sent your way yesterday
just for you to look at me and smile that smile
have mercy on my mother girl, let  me through you
gift her a daughter she never had.

Listen 'Angelito mio' to the voice of the enamoured
singing you some smokey ballads
And if again this goes unreplied
I shall be visiting this avenue once again
so may I have your phone numbers
this; a half-chance, just to hear your voice.


Thursday, 1 September 2016


It happened like some ordinary thing
that day I scrolled down my timeline
on the book said to be of faces
I would see a comment you made
my gaze got arrested, magnet to iron

First it was about your name

it was in my native language
I called it out softly so I could hear the sound
loving how it rolled on my tongue
I didn't feel like stopping,
I imagined calling it all my life

I swiftly requested your friendship

you did obliged me yes
and I would that day troll your wall
feasting on your pictures
drinking in your awesomeness
can you recall at all
it was I think, close to your 'bornday'

I would go on to write you letters

requesting your contact, several times
you still say a no, not willing so to do 
a stranger you said I am
the very anomaly I was asking to cure 

Letters after another I would write you

with tales 
of how much by you I'm enamoured
till you had to joke,  if I earn my keep as a secretary
such lovely missives I sent your way you affirmed
but little do you know, the magic of affections
making of a grown man,a blushing school-boy

I still wait longingly

I still stare wistfully
for the day I'll move some inches closer
till the day and time I make of you my partner
of the day, of our morrow and a day after forever...