but i cant hear a sound
the electric guitar of the rock music that i'm listening to
gives my heart a wild stacatto thumping
but i need to smile
because their laughter is infectious
and though, i cant hear it
i can see the light in their eyes
and i can smell their lightful silliness
Each one of us, lazing around
on a cold rainy morning
when warmth is enclosed in our abode
and i do not even know if they are talking to me
she's climbing her bed
and for a minute, her clumsiness seems slick
and natural and smooth
one that has come with an ingrown ease
The other surfing that soft sell magazine
wonder in her eyes
and excitement on her features
what she must be thinking...
look at the pictures i can see her say
i wish i was one of them
now i know that this experience is closer
than the smell of rain
but yet farther than my thoughts
TO the who shared their lives and garri with me
i can not get you out of my head
because i still anticipate moments
and i still feel the warmth of a room filled with girls
To Nkiru, Ona, Jessica, Moji, Anita and Kemi
because i survived a year
and i wasn't quite sure how
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| moji and ona |
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| nkiru |
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| kemi and i |
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| jessica and i |
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