GROOVE AND WOES

 You are my homie, take me to your home.

To graduate to gratitude, and see your homemakers.

To see your grass mares and your waivers.

I'm fed with being a stranger, In your heart.

I want to be known, to formalize, and be real.

I want my thin body, to get the authenticity.

Of your backyard,and aroma of the graze.

Take me home I request, to your elders

To make my intentions known, and know my in-laws

To benchmark with the elders, share ideas and a bottle of champagne 🍾

Should I first go to my knees, till you say "I Do"

It's  you I see, you stole my heart dear

I want to graduate , to be of more value

To fully be part of you, and continue writing our story.

And to my instinct,I want to lay

Lay my foundation,bedrock that last

Buy my own stuff,do my own well

Whose water will never fade,

Plant my roses,to blossom everyday when you glance

Mould my pots, with my own clay,do my "kendo"

Tat will keep the ash  warm,smear my wall with "owuoyo"

Never go crack,be it the weather..

I want to get used,to the environment to be...

To formalise and normalize

To know you as the palm of my hand

To feel the aroma of your presence in my home

Take me home and make me complete

To get an okey from them that raised you

And help me build our future as one

A supper home we build

For the joy of my life you are.

The sun is setting,I'm glad I got the stay,

I had located the market

And can get the "Aliya"to keep it burning,

To sandwich the "osuga"

And the blay polenta,

To gum the amazing togetherness

The happy man I am today

Beside me  you shall remain

Our story together we write.