C.Jas, I thought to let you know
That sometimes you’re like sensimillia,
Throwing me into intermittent spasms of euphoria,
Or that I’m an incorrigible drunk, and you my inebriating wine.
My sanity too often I doubt,
‘Cause I allow my mind to wander much,
Like some nomad, unable to decipher what was
And distinguish it from what is to be and even what is being.
Yet some nights are so cold
They lure me into phantasmagorias,
Making me fantasize that we have met “labe igi odan”,
Only that my conspiratorial brains refuse to certify these wishful thoughts.
Or have we?
Have we met that I did not know?
Have we met and the memories faded away,
Arewa, as the hazy clouds before a heavy downpour?
“labe igi odan”: a Yoruba phrase that means “under the odan tree”, usually used to refer to a romantic rendezvous.
~~~Omoya Yinka Simult