The jagged rocks stood on crispy heights.
Folding on bold curves; and green shrubs.
Farms fanning out for miles.
With crude tools;a nation is fed.
The azure clouds, gladly hovering like wet blanket majestical parading the skies ;
in their white smokey delights
Angels were sketching patterns for our merriment. Nature at its beauty and purity.
My muse sits beside me;
poised like a hoisted flag.
Gallant and gracious without a sag.
We pointed towards the skies;
marveling at the wonders that stretched like the Nile.
Time chimes gracefully and seconds ticking ;
as the car ate up each mile.
The bus had a braky fault at Makurdi;
and for that we came at an abrupt halt;
ije nwere ka odi
The sun blew hotness into our eyes;
the cozy Plateau has left our side, no blanket left to hide under .
Hungry passengers hopped off in a rush;
all ready to have something to crush;
the stomach is a hungry man’s guide.
After 45 minutes-reason later, we took to the highway;
with a driver that makes gentle love with his car.
In-between the interchanges;
I yearned for the soft folds of my muse,
to usher me into her Era.
A chance to educate me;
on the pleasures only a queen can give once in an era.
I took a sip; from her inspiring wetness, a hive of sweetness.
The live-factory for honey.
My bee.
My finger was sandwished between two folds of hot tightness.
I felt a light headed dizziness.
My heart was tuned to the irregualar beats; each sound a hit.
Her core, a soft reminder of the gates of Valhalla.
The resting place for the gods.
My crazy princess;the mother of orgasms.
I pray I don’t loose my wit.
We switched off to different destinations and frequency ;
but our heart stayed tuned.
Close to me resides my muse; graciously seated like a tiger.
My kitten.
I’m the lucky prey.
Her beauty is like a smile;a watts of genuine loveliness.
I’m forever indebted in her;she gives me reasons to breathe.
Makurdi is a name of a state in Nigeria.
‘Ije nwere ka odi’- loosely means, ‘the outcome of a journey can be unpredictable’
(Traveling to the East with GIGM- God is Good Motors. I found the truth, God is indeed good and He gave me a sign. This is not a story of a near accident and such. This is pure bliss, the joy of traveling with a loved one who is as crazy as you or even more. This is about two souls finding themselves on the same path, at the back seat crusing to an Era).
