Agbelitime love

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.

 

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