Love Is An Object In Motion

Love is an object in motion,

Which like every object in transit,

Keeps on moving till it hits it’s target

Or loses velocity; but unlike other objects,

Even when it does hit it’s target, it mocks

The law of motion by moving on and on and on;

 

Love is a living thing; it moves, breathes and feeds,

But unlike many other living things, love is undying;

It only metamorphose from one state to another.

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A Bad Boy And A Bad Girl.

A Bad boy meeting a Bad girl
In the Village Square enquired,
Do you know any good babe?

Am I not okay enough for you?
The latter replied with a query –
As is the wont of most Nigerians.

The Bad boy, after sizing her up,
Calmly responded, that’d be incest;
We have the same surname.

The Two-Colour Cap

Once upon a time,
The Devil, to occasion
A wrangle between bosom
Buddies, sewed an Abeti Aja cap
And furiously cycled betwixt them
As they chatted happily along the road.

The first cussed and queried,
Is this rider beside himself
That he rode furiously so,
With his skewed black cap?
Thereupon the other replied,
It’s not black, but crimson-red.

And thus the two friends bickered
Till the Sun went it’s setting way.
One got himself a broken nose,
The other a dislocated limb,
While the devil fondled
His di-colorous cap.

Two Dogs, One Bone.

Three dogs met in the village square,
Two were best of friends, estranged;
The third a trained unbiased arbitrator.

Feeling his task of reconciliation
Was done, the arbitrator called for
A hug and a pawshake to seal the deal.

To reward the two for a swell job,
He threw them a big bone to share;
And that was the last peace he brokered.

I Know Why The Dead Fish Float.

I once wondered why dead fish float,

And the live ones often remain below –

For it struck me as ironic that the dead,

Which are weightier by nature should float.

So I thought it the norm that living things

Should remain below, while the nonliving

Float like jetsam atop the water bodies.

But then I thought of stones and sands,

Which sink when thrown in the waters;

So I concluded that it is not the weight

That keeps the dead fish afloat but the will;

For the living can go where it pleases but

The dead remains at nature’s pleasures.