STRIDA BOOK CLUB - Duet ' THE SHADOWING MAZE OF LOVE '

STRIDA BOOK CLUB

Duet ' THE SHADOWING MAZE OF LOVE '

Amah:
Pain like sweet heaven
when our stars escape.
The walls of the sky
lost as she left,
soul having no redemption,
my love is lost.

Ajakaye :
My love is lost
Love. Oh love!
a rainbow in its dark shadow,
coming through the door
and out as feline.
'twas ever thus.

Jay :
Twas ever thus,
a love that never was,
maybe just lust it was
but all the same
made me believe
that it was you I loved.
Oh how I lived in a lie.

Amah:
Lie she said truthfully
in his arms as she lay
when he lost his purse.
Love has stolen...
Heart heavily broken
yet his arms still tender.

Ajakaye :
Yet his arms still tender,
she took the rails of affection,
killed fruition of pills,
wedded bliss sobs in on the highland,
these things happen
in the darkest part of life.

Jay:
In the darkest part of his life,
he buried the best gift.
Swore not to open his heart to anyone,
lest he gets completely destroyed,
closed are his eyes
even for the most charming.

Amah:
Charming life without love
leads to satisfying destruction,
leading towards evil,
gladly caging the soul
when it is free,
prisoner of love.

Ajakaye:
Prisoner of love,
in the den of affection
I narrowly held my worth,
oh love again?
That will be the day of slavery...

Jay :
The day of slavery
always there never to end
because love gives life sense
or so I depict.
Loveless life is a dark pit
to whom all are doomed...

Amah:
Doomed was the heart
yet he dreamt redemption,
hope of light,
darkness behind
but for the love he left,
his heart continued to beat.

Ajakaye :
His heart continued to beat,
beat as hardship of Nigeria,
she flew as daughter of Diblaim,
you said he lost her,
you can say that again.

Jay :
You can say that again...
That hope he kept dearly
though his soul was shattered
Maybe.... Just maybe
a second chance was offered.

Amah:
A second chance was offered
for him to run or die.
Yet he stood like a fool,
looking at them rape his love
like they raped our Nation.
His hand knows no combat.

Olanrewaju :
His hand knows no combat
as the walls of Desdemona,
his eyes drowned as wet rats,
his fingering friend of the mouth.
Had he known...
Patent clouds would have cautioned his foolishness.

Jay :
His foolishness made the choice for him,
died did he amidst of resurrection,
never did he realize until twas completely over.
Why did he have to stoop so low,
Had he not have the strength to fight?

Amah:
Fight was the only way,
violence seems to be working
but he lacks the strength
to pull it through
like bald Samson
turns into a jester.
Mocked and stoned ...

Jay :
Mocked and stoned he was,
never given a chance to fight
but the mockery miraculously turned
and a new strength it became.
He rose from the sand
and battled for love.

Olanrewaju :
And battled for love
by the unreliable lights of love,
indeed love but more of hatred
has it brought upon him.

Amah Gabriel,

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo,

Ruth Jay

and

Alhaja Ajakaye Olanrewaju.

This piece screams over the other side of love. Love claims to give to be the best part of life but it disappoints man.