Ma Write up for Jos Killings
We played with the beach sand
Building castles with the sand
Throwing shells in the sea waves
And waiting impatiently
Thinking we’d see them wash back ashore
We hold hands and dare the waves
Took the most popular drinks together
“Coca-cola”
Competing for the fastest
Squeezing the bottles foolishly
Expecting more drops of it
We share good laughs
Even when we say stupid things
Singing the anthem backwards
We sat side by side thru out the period in school
Always putting each other thru
Hung out at the cafeteria
Eating from the same plate
Keeping a very straight face
While we analyze the beautiful ones
Whom you think are yet to be born
We share our pains
Thus, make it half
Having each other’s shoulder to cry on
On very sad days
We stay in touch with the nature
Staring at the stars
And pouring out our grief
Until sleep catches up with us
And the next day
We are happy again
We wear the same thing
To Undies
I remember the batman undies we secretly bought
For we were ashamed as adults
We are not Siamese
Nor twins in any form
We are not faggots
Not from the same family
For I was born with a very rough plastic spoon
While he with a silver
We’re brothers from another mother
We’re true friends!
We always write together
Until last week!!!
Dedicated to victims of Jos killings
Prince Popoola Olamilekan©
Building castles with the sand
Throwing shells in the sea waves
And waiting impatiently
Thinking we’d see them wash back ashore
We hold hands and dare the waves
Took the most popular drinks together
“Coca-cola”
Competing for the fastest
Squeezing the bottles foolishly
Expecting more drops of it
We share good laughs
Even when we say stupid things
Singing the anthem backwards
We sat side by side thru out the period in school
Always putting each other thru
Hung out at the cafeteria
Eating from the same plate
Keeping a very straight face
While we analyze the beautiful ones
Whom you think are yet to be born
We share our pains
Thus, make it half
Having each other’s shoulder to cry on
On very sad days
We stay in touch with the nature
Staring at the stars
And pouring out our grief
Until sleep catches up with us
And the next day
We are happy again
We wear the same thing
To Undies
I remember the batman undies we secretly bought
For we were ashamed as adults
We are not Siamese
Nor twins in any form
We are not faggots
Not from the same family
For I was born with a very rough plastic spoon
While he with a silver
We’re brothers from another mother
We’re true friends!
We always write together
Until last week!!!
Dedicated to victims of Jos killings
Prince Popoola Olamilekan©

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