' I WILL BUILD YOUR LAST GOOD MAN(Ajakaye's response to Davies Seun's ' A LETTER TO MY FUTURE HUSBAND '

Ne'er ne'er ne'er...
I fear the air of my emotional pen
is late as a happy death.
Did I just hear you scream to
a wilderness of poetry's auditory?
I will be your pillow in the hardness of nails,
pity has been akin to love
but my hands wants your patience
as I make a chariot of Cindarella's faith,
every cloud has a silver lining,
I love you woman of a beautiful heart,
much love makes man mad,
may our soul win the war of satisfaction,
how about the battle of nights?
Killing your tears with kisses of pleasurable sweats,
in the hotness of Sokoto
will I take you to the angellic heavens of Ukraine.
I will make you a book,
trust my pen,not just insanity
but sparkling,white madness of your choice,
in the springs of Shiva
will writing chase me
to your craziest and calmest desires.
Davies Seun,be mine!
In the victory of my pen
is the cure of our romantic fever,
believe me or trust me,
I will be in no angered weather of Othello,
just be Desdemona and Willaim Shakepeare
will rise again in the appreciation.
Your kitchen will not be smokes alone
but my melodious lines as crickets,
my hands will heat you a tea cup
before you rub your awakening eyes,
Davies Seun,oniwa idunu mi,
asanwa, woman with the lips
I shall sweetly,softly smooch in her gladness,
your night will murder hell yells
of noctiphobia's,
in the wisdom of our love
will we make a meritorious moon.
Oh oh oh oh....!
Can you see my poetry,
in finds victory
in the ring of your hone dances.
Davies Seun if you make a mistake,
think not long in hesitation
for I have taken your weeps to soldiers
that bury apologies.
If your thighs will be a bridge
so be it for only my legs of eggs.
The firmess of your beauty
seems the mother of my taste,
larger than life
has my stolen eyes attained balance
at the escape of your laps
in that Minaj's skirt,
your voice wil be my breakfast,
your voice note will be my lunch,
keep your patience safe in our worth,
I know love as been a stormy sea
but a new attitude as millpond makes peace,
I serve my apology
and amiable confession as a tissue
over your face.
I heard the drop of your tears last night,
perceived sorrows in your jeremiad,
fair ladies are for bold and caring hearts,
I will take the rap for your swimming sockets,
at the outside...I don't want you
but I need you forever.

I shall be no false dawn.
Oh my Davies Seun!
Breathe on me,
I will build your last good man.

Ajakaye Rashidat Olamidayo.

The poet personae creatively speaks as a man on Davies Seun's previous poem,promising to do all she can for her happiness.She tells Davies Seun to keep her tears for her blames for soon she will be her comfortable love.
Ajakaye Rashidat also gives Davies Seun an award at STRIDA Book Club's best capability,though her response was late for Davies Seun's judgement.