Akinyemi

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I have never understood
The insanity that comes with love taken away

Brother Akindele the composed had sat at the junction
Crying out his heart and asking people why he wasn't enough
After Shakara Lizzy had eloped with Brother Samson
How quickly love had become insanity

I didn't understand
Brother Akindele had said steps we take forward in love can only be taken back in near insanity

I didn't understand
Up until you left Akinyemi

Just before you left
You mustered strength to say
Here's to all that we were
All that we could be
If we had the time

I have walked both ways in my mind
All that we were
I have fathomed with my imagination
All that we could be
Now staring at the spot you last touched
That I have left unwashed since you left
You in my heart, head and thoughts
I realize brother Akindele was right.              


Picture from @onestrongafricanwoman

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