DEAR UNLOVED: A BOOK OF POEMS

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– ChyD
For the Team

INTIMACY OF TRUTH

He asks why I shrink
My mind conjures letters into words
Envelopes but unable to post it
The inefficiency of the post office may misplace it
Misplace it with reactions from cross-purposes
For avoidable protocol of tracing words to letters I shrink

He says I should try him
But I know the end from the beginning
I am expected to be saintly
With perhaps a pardonable trace of sinfulness
Because he supposedly understands I’m human
I can’t determine which of my sinfulness he considers pardonable
So I don’t try him

I quiver at my imaginations
My mind is a roller coaster of horror
The gate of Hades
For his safety, there is no access
No actual intimacy
Let it be closed to family and friends
Entertaining guests will be at the veranda

The explosion of bodies in hot passion is still not intimacy without truth
He could recognize the members of my body in the dark;
Be familiar with the turns, corners
Nooks, crannies, depths and heights of my body
We could surf through a tsunami with goose pimples as evidence
And still not achieve intimacy

My hunger for intimacy deepens
I search and find the one able
To hear my filthy and wretched truth
The one who sees past my truth
And introduced his truth which is grace
Alas, I give up my keys and let him in
I let out fires I shamefully quenched
The intimacy of truth cannot be afforded by humans
But the one already paid

– ChyD
© 2019

The Most beautiful Girl- Part 2

Years pass and she remains a sister to me
A perfect relationship divorce can’t sever
There is no ‘more‘ to want
Her love is complete and I am satisfied
Until the 99th night she passed at my house
She wakes at midnight to find my fingers on her breast
With a push from her I land on the floor
On getting up I see the hurt and unbelief in her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks
There is no explanation to her or myself of my actions
No words are exchanged
The wait for dawn is like waiting for Jesus’ second coming
I curl on the floor while she clutches herself tightly on the bed with occasional sniffs
I die a thousand death in a thousand ways, all by suicide
She leaves as morning comes
Apologies are meant for explainable crimes, not inconceivable ones
This crime should not be apologized for nor forgiven
A lot of water pass under the bridge and today I cry;
I cry because she visits last week and wraps me in a hug
We go for walks and she leans on me like old times
Like I didn’t abuse her
She has a golden heart but the most I expect are patches;
A hand sewn cloth thread with caution
She disappoints me with total abandonment and oblivion of the past
I cry for I don’t deserve her yet I have her
Her name is Grace

ChyD
© 2019

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL – Part 1

The most beautiful girl my experience taught smiled at me today
It has been a long class and I thought I was following till that smile
I have myriads of questions but I fear my mates might have a comic relief
So I try moving my shivering lips apart in an attempt to smile back
My grades are average so why the warmth in her smile?
My grades are average so I must be missing something a brighter student can point out
Soon after class, a tap on my shoulder, and I turn to see a pair of joy-flooded eyes
I can’t hold her gaze, my legs are trembling and I have a sudden urge to pee
I sit down, clamp my legs together with my hands between them
She seem to notice my discomfort so she pulls out my hand and holds
“What have I got myself into”, I think
Without mincing words she tells me she likes me and would want a friend in me
On the 3rd attempt at trying to talk and not recognizing my voice
I clear my throat and all I can mutter is ‘okay’
I could change classes and routes and never see her again but she has other ideas
She walks me home, my palm in hers
With each laughter and chatter, I feel at home
She tells tales too beautiful to be true about herself;
Describes her thoughts of me in ways my exposure has not afforded my imagination
I unpack boxes I leave packed because I was always on the move
Now I am home

ChyD
© 2019

A fool

Let me be a fool;
Lend to a friend that never refunds
With him going not a sorrowing
Break my fast at night
Sharing with a pot-bellied drunk
Without puncturing his food-filled belly

Let me be a fool;
Forgive the most heinous crimes
with no reference to ‘forgive but don’t forget’;
Unlearn the act of saying ‘No’;
Yes to my inconvenience and sufferance
If it’s in giving a helping hand

Let me be a fool;
Grow a heart so big it’s a foster home
For all religion, colour, status and age
Curl over grenades of lies, abuse and hurt
In a bid to save my home

Let me be a fool;
Be silent for the sake of peace
And Eloquent for love
End the search for purpose
And embrace love as my sole purpose

Let me be a fool;
Travel miles on foot for love
With no clue what to expect at my destination;
Still travel with a prior prophecy of doom of my trip
Let me be a fool for love
Let me live and die for love

ChyD
© 2019

Well done

You pray in formation
Beyoncé has to feature you in her next formation
Praises first, worship second
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
Well done, ma

You give up on yourself
Because you keep running from Pillar to Post
Pillar of fornication
Post of prayer for forgiveness of sins
Your legs are weak
You imagine the lord must be tired of you
Tigers woods!
Well done, Sir!

You are told Jesus has forgiven you once and for all
But you argue you have to work out your salvation with fear and trembling
How is the walk going?
Are you trembling yet?
Wakajugbe!
Well done, ma!

You complicate simple English
And say there is more to believing than believing
That believing is not enough for eternal life if not backed up with works
Backup memory card!
Listen to yourself
Are you making any sense at all?
Well done, Sir!

You say Grace keeps one from sinning
Aunty stop sinning already
But you cannot
Is God’s grace not sufficient for you?
Now you say you have to strive to enter
You go wound oh
Well done, ma!

You call me heretic
That I preach a message from the pit of hell
A message that allows believers to lounge
Can we talk about this
Without you getting worked up and defensive?
Because I would like to see you without a York
Jackie!
Well done, Sir!

ChyD
© 2019

One Down

Blindness from birth is a blessing compared to sudden loss of sight
The knowledge of colours and shades lost
Just become memories gradually fading away
Leaving a vacuum of nothingness yearning to be filled
But never to be filled

Love lost is beautiful
Though love found is more beautiful
Love never felt is nothingness
Love lost can be brooded over, cried over and reminisced over
Love lost can be found when searched
But love never felt has neither silver nor rainbow lining

Certain unnatural emotions are prayed for
Emotions involving hours of baring oneself in tears and strange languages
Of longings unexplainable, yet knowledge immeasurable
Of completeness and confidence in found identity
Such emotions defy conventional theories
It blooms from walk by faith not love at sight
People unfortunate to not have felt such emotions drool when they hear of colours and shades and rainbow linings
Of longings yet completeness

But they’d have to hear
People that felt but lost become shadows of themselves
Because they prayed
They prayed not to go a day without Jesus
They prayed not to take a breath without him
The moment they started getting cold
Their breathing became impaired
Their days became empty and gloomy
They knew they needed warmth
They knew a prayer has been answered
One down
Many more to go

ChyD

(c) 2018

Terms and Conditions

Being a part of your dice
Being a part of your coin
Being a path to your routes
Is not a pact I’m willing to make
An option out of an ocean is not an option
Only an ‘A’ and all of the ‘above’
No subjective but objective
Because your answer should be subject to nothing
No multiple choice but double choice
‘Me’ and ‘only me’
A dog never comes back to his vomit
So if you drive past
Keep going because your will be allotted soon enough
Never think you are irreplaceable
Don’t get too comfortable
Don’t on and off on me
Be a constant power supply
Or I’ll buy a generator
Thank God for MTN box inverter
Before you come up with ‘too busy’
Know it’s too easy to find someone who’s not ‘too busy’
I love you
But I’m only human
I’ll stay with you if you’ll with me

– Woke man

Being a part of your life
Being a path to your goals
Making a path to the father
Keeping my pact to love you
Is my plan from time immemorial
No application to access my application
Just log in with name: Believer
And password: Believer
I’ll never lock you out
You’ll have unlimited data access
If for any reason you log out
I’ll still be there
If new application surface and you want to try out
I’ll still be here
When they crash…
They eventually do
I’ll be here
I give eternal assurance so be at peace
My love for you is not dependent on you
So don’t, do, on, off, go, stay
I’ll still love you
If I were a man, I’d be worse than your mugu
Because come what may, I’ll be here
Ask and it shall be given unto you
I speak tears amongst other languages including silence and moaning
So feel free to cry in our conversations
I’ll translate
When your pains turn into moans
I’ll understand
When silence is all you can afford
I’ll still hear your unspoken words
Dating me, I promise, will be exciting and stress free
From parts, I will be your whole
I’ll make you capable of emotions you only dream of
Lovely outbursts of various shades
From path to your goals
I will be your goal
Just say ‘yes’ already

-God

ChyD

(c) 2018