SHALLY A.

Do not weep at my grave Please do not weep for me Because I live still My dreams, My footprints, My handwork LIVE I molded and beautified on earth Like the sun, I let the moon of death peacefully take over my being My life's journey is finished There is nothing else to live for So please, my darling Do not weep for me Because I live in many hearts still.

  I don’t want to die Stuck in the shelves of books never read Driving the routine of life I never stopped to learn A life time of hours at a job I detested A period possessed by trails, I forgot happiness A religious belief that some human is the enemy ............   I don’t want to die Like a tree withered by anger and neglect, because its soul resists to shed dead leaves A walled heart never smiling carelessly,  never loving stupidly – very stupidly   ........... An ‘I do’   life,  devoid of unconditional love devoid of hope and faith, it dies with distrust A spectator in awe,  watching the DSTV of others lives   .............   A limited world not seeing, tasting and never listening No beautiful sights, new culture  or amazing discoveries A life of the conquered  letting the world beat my dreams out my will fail  .............. A life constricted in a pony tail it neve

I met Taiwo through my cousin Bimpe, they were very close friends. The first thing I noticed about him was that he seemed hard enough to handle  her. Bimpe was no raw meat and she had a hard exterior which too many people were afraid to crack to find the soft gush of love. Maybe that’s what made me like him. I  also found out his twin sister was someone whom we had shared, played and laughed together throughout my first year in the University.  Kenny, Biola and Femi had made my year one bearable. Sometimes, I remember the strong sound of laughter that came from their room and smile. Taiwo and I worshiped in Daystar, I saw him almost every Sunday. He usually dropped me near my house. The last time I saw him, he was going to see Bimpe and I went with him. Somehow, his car developed a fault and our 10 minute journey was turned to an hour. We ended up parking the car in a nearby parish and took a tricycle to Bimpe's place. Alas! the most wanted Bimpe was not at home, so we tal