INTERNATIONAL DIALOGUE ON ROMANTICISM- 'WHAT ELSE?' BY AJAKAYE STRIDA AND GABRIEL S. WEAH.

AJAKAYE:

I screw you like oil sprinkled upon bolts and nuts,

you might carry me around your bed

in the might of birds around a tree,

label my phone to answer your calls only,

serenades would be my favorite 

because being in between your brave bones

is a choice I will never regret. 

My Liberian lover... 

How much do you love Mother STRIDA?

GABRIEL S. WEAH:

Your glittering smiles dance me in joy,

and the breeze hopes me in your arms;

I love you not because you're a woman,

the true identity of womanhood is your serenity.

Your compositions are the milestone of an erudite,

Through you, 

my generation shall be genuine.

What else do I have to render,

when your lips rehearse my vow!?

AJAKAYE:

This is love, not being lost in lust,

if my serenades will be your breakfast,

your magical touch shall be my lunch,

you treat me as a lovely lady,

like a big artwork,

very patient with the smooches, kisses, and cuddles

before you give me sweet kobokos in the bed.

Thank God I met you,

thank God you are one of my realized dreams.

But what else?

GABRIEL S. WEAH:

You vicissitudes me overnight,

my heart changes from dark to bright.

O!, in the flickering sun, you are explicit to my sight;

a virtuous woman with moral appetite,

in whom I flee overnight like a butterfly,

your costumes cherish my heart in "yes I do".

The remedy to my gazing salutation is your body,

as your beauty overthrow Queen Vashti.

O!, you're my sweet melody,

and are the lyrics to your pen.

AJAKAYE:

Apart from the wildness in bed, forestry of emotions,

you are a man patient as Job,

this forbearance is the key that locks us forever,

chains us even after we edit late at night,

you arrive in the room

and we still confess love to each other. 

Love is as men of patient rainfalls fill wide buckets,

gently we gather our pride

as rivers gather leaves,

or as Orunmila 

made a wife called 'Iyawo' from Iwo.

GABRIEL S. WEAH:

My dear wife,

my welfare and great light,

I am happy that I found you;

Thank God you are in my comfort zone,

when my pen was sleepy, 

you render hope 

and so I am glorious to elaborate on.

Who is like you?

Your melodies are endless, 

as lyrics flourish my heart with Felicity.

O!, thank God you're the bones of my hope,

I love you... sweet dreams,

and my dear comforters.

RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA- Striking Ideas

(Nigeria)

and

GABRIEL S. WEAH

(Liberia).