A touch
A bite
A whip
A cut
A blow
An insult
A hurt
An insinuation.
Sorry.
Okay.
A gift
A hand
A stab
A gossip
Betrayal
Sorry.
But why?
Love, they called it: love unrequited
Agbelitime love.
They say when you are doing it and you hold on to one
And it breaks
Hold onto another.
That’s the rule of the game
But my friend didn’t know
But the other one knew all the rules of engagement of agbelitime love.
One went with a heart,
Another went with a stomach.
Hehehhehhehehhe.
The gown
The dowry
The ring.
The Bible.
The house.
The car.
The money.
The kiosk.
The documents.
The trust.
The advisors.
Virginity and innocence lost!
Friends lost.
The prices unaccounted for.
It was on the street,
In a street court where the differences,
The real love differences were tabled.
A free gate show.
Fiery trade of secrets couched in unfriendly language:
Love turned sour.
It was love,
It is love,
It will be love.
I dog you, sake of I love you.
Go practise your things elsewhere.
You have my permission to go,
Go,
because
I
love
you;
Go,
because
I
want
you
to
be
happy;
Go
meet
your
agbelitime love match.
For
I ‘aint
your
match,
adieu
my love.
