AN ORIGONAL WOMAR?

Hmmm Simisola!

My one and only soulhate

A woman of humble lips,

She calms my soul.

Simisola!

Our gentle lady from our lady!

I remember the day I met her in the mass

She was putting on a long sleeve shirt

And a skirt with billion pleats then

I greeted her after the liturgy

She said “bless you brother”

A few years late

She said “for better for worse” on the altar

Hmmm!

I was bewildered by her beauty

Her glamorous look enchanted me

Yet she would preach to me:

“Charm is deceptive and beauty is

Fleeting, but a woman who fears

The Lord I to be praised.”

I believed her truthful lie

I needed her by my side to lie

Even if the body looks fine, they say,

There is a little need for clothing.

I felt I needed her to be

My shelter in the rain

But oh …

Haah Simisola!

She was battered by my soul

Now that I need her most.

She makes matters worst

I never knew she was a lion

In sheep’s clothing.

She tore my flesh,

Cracked my bone

And gulped my blood.

She leaves me with nothing.

I entrusted my life account in her

Even my heart was in her hands

She elopes with both.

I never knew she is a selfish chameleon!

I am heartless!

I need a heart

I need a soul

I need an original woman

I am lifeless!

I need a life

I need a soul

I need an original woman.

ADIO ADEJOKE