Devante

The 15th of September, How could I possibly forget that day. We were all dressed up for the 1st of our big days. I walked in Late as usual, Feeling all tensed and laid back at the same time. Strangers to each other, Unfamiliar faces, But who knew we'd have a bond stronger than elasticity. My mutumina, my alobam. That Fulani boy from K.D. I see how we shine brightest during the dark times, We share visions, goals, ideas. How similar but yet different we want our respective lady to be, And talk about how great our future will be. I can only cherish those moments. Remember the first time you called me brother, Outside your house? "Kai! Kan bu ra ubannan". It was all I thought about driving home that night. And I could tell it's true because we had the truth teller, Just something to hold us. I know you gon kill me for this, but, I think you should really kick something with the girl next door. She has that awkward feeling and calls you he...

Dear pretty bird, You're beautiful when you cry, Ugly when you smile. I cherish your dark days. Please don't die!   I like how you're not afraid of the unknown, A lion's heart. Scared of the finest things, Such a weak soul. Funny enough, I kinda like it.   I travel through your eyes. so I can feel your soul, Know where it hurts, Be your comfort inn. Look into your eyes till the break of dawn, Cause everything I need to do, I do it all for you.   Dear pretty bird, Stay with me.

I’m going to see my friend. Words I said back home, Whilst “my friend” was with me. Words I shouldn't have said. A hundred meter away from home, I brought out my friend. Caught in a fight between air and fire, Which lit him up to fallen ashes. I  watched as my lungs drew out air off my burning friend, And started displaying  tricks to relax my brain. It’s only the beginning. Paranoia feeling! As every sound felt like though they were 100 men chasing me, But a minus of the exact same in reality. As words of music roamed my ear drums with thoughts sinking in, I could only feel happy with my mischievous acts,  Despicable me. A projection of what is and will be, I can on feel hyped about it. Excited about the future but fearful of the present, Cause my past has been caressed by nightmares, With dreams hopefully to be conceived. Imagine I could video my thoughts whenever I'm intoxicated, he said. I'd scale the sca...