DUET ON ROMANTICISM: 'POLYGAMOUS BATTLE' BY STRIDA.

DIALOGUE ON ROMANTICISM

'POLYGAMOUS BATTLE'

TZEBLON: 

Ajakaye is the noise that kills the mayhem between my skull,

yet, suddenly the struggle became beautiful,

and the bruised knee I secured while falling became a sweet sight...

 _Ajakaye ooo !_

I know your silence hurts the soul

but this mouse is not willing to hear your tales of heartbreak...

you decided to write your stories in the pages of commoners though...

DEBORAH: 

The one I cherish, My Love,

my Olumide TZEBLON!

My Love for you is unending and no one can take you away from me,

but this woman has Bewitched your eyes to witness my beauty and affection,

and you Witch!

I know your time will end soon.

and the charm you use on My King will be destroyed.

DEBORAH: 

Olumide mi owon!

How can you sing appraisal to the one I detest so much?

Yes, she is a noise, but not a pleasant one.

She must be thrown,

thrown away into the forest where she will be unheard.

The sight of her makes me want to strangle her.

My King, can't you see how I love you so much.

Be mine...

and I promise to Love you Wholeheartedly.

TZEBLON:

Eniola!!

My dove hears the rumbles and crumbles of feelings rolling down your table, 

but it has grown ears only for the beauty of your saddest smirks....

I only licked sweets from the witch,

I will never forget your homemade magic.

DEBORAH:

How can you My King?

You licked the sweet from one whose heart belongs to the devil?

Olumide...Tzeblon!

Your pen bleeds Love and words nourishing to heart.

You deserve someone more better and courageous as me.

Be Mine!

AJAKAYE: 

Eniola or what do you answer?

Clean your toes or I will do

with the voice of my lines.

What have you that a man needs?

Can you spin your hands for Amala like I do?

Can your sky see the stars in his night like I do?

Even if Olumide goes blind,

I beat my chest,

that he would recognize my cheekbones,

Eniola! 

I wouldn't tell the world how you stole away

after his drunk night,

I remember how I spinned around his rod till his satisfaction.

TZEBLON: 

Devils nowadays are comfortable...

Dear one ! Please let your words be a replica of you...

Ajakaye will always be the platter of my milk 

and you the sizzles of kitchen kettle.

DEBORAH:

Hold it there you bittered woman!

You know the sacrifices I have made for my King?

Who are you that My King would recognize you?

You of all people knows how the King Loves me , 

so Your food is nothing compared to my Body.

Satisfaction?

 You know what it means?

How can you know how to satisfy a man 

when all you do is Sleep around with Rich men?

TZEBLON: 

Ajakaye is the solace of royalty

and you Eniola are beats of beautiful distraction... 

I love your troubles!!!

I do not like royalty– yet I do not despise its jingles...

I like the gentle crackles of our lips when they lock...

but... yes... I am another Oliver of a poet... 

I want more than royalty mixed with beauty.

AJAKAYE: 

Yes my King...

Love is an angelic demon,

so am I the beautiful witch.

At least I can kill your sorrows,

I can perform white magic in your heart

and treat you as the world thirst for air,

I have danced to your tunes for years,

I know how expensively you married me,

I will love you forever, 

far and longer than ever.

DEBORAH:

My King,

don't compare me in anyway to that wretched witch.

whose beauty cannot ever stand mine.

AJAKAYE ooooo,

hear my words and step out.

I know you want My King to yourself,

your plan is a dead dream.

I Eniola, will ensure you fall and fail.

TZEBLON: 

I have things I do not get on my nuptial battles

but Ajakaye has always been the arsenal of my kingdom!

Witches now do it – they now know better than Nollywood red wrappers and mortars,

And hear Ajakaye !

the saliva of Eniola tastes like divine juice,

I have heard the ripples of her womb as they boil with fertile seed...

but... but... I still want you Ajakaye.

TZEBLON: 

I would visit you tonight Ajakaye, 

and if you permit me, 

Eniola's bed should reek of matrimonial sweat by morrow..

I love the clangs of your swords and I am the shield of your splatters.

AJAKAYE: 

May the gods tell dogs to eat your corpse,

you have accused a virgin of adultery,

I wouldn't tell you how Olumide

rubbed my Beneath after he pierced me like a gentle knife,

the white wool was red as the Red Sea,

he gave my mothers and fathers like a rare hunter,

and they jubilated for I won them an everlasting pride.

Eniola...

Meticulous devoured you a thousand times under the tree,

very close to Makanjuola's river,

if I lie...

then tell me why your first son has Meticulous' flat nose.

DEBORAH:

Yes, you are right.

At least it is not a secret.

But did you forget to tell My King, how you had 9 abortion for a drunkard?

My King,

heed not to the words of this witch because she is of a bittered heart.

She has Bewitched you, Obami,

I'm so sure of this.

But my King, I will do all it takes for you to mine and MINE alone,

with no one standing on my way.

TZEBLON: 

The devil has taken a sit in my living room 

and I have unconsciously shared morsels with him,

I do not blame you two!

It is the solace I have placed on your chins that has opened the banks of your tongue.

DEBORAH: 

No My king,

this is absolutely impartial.

I want you be with you all days and nights,

living in your sturdy arms, feeling you deep within me.

You don't deserve such a woman like that witch.

Be mine, My King, 

Don't make a ridiculed object.

All I desire and want will be taken from me by that wretched witch,

no, my King, I won't allow that.

Never!

AJAKAYE: 

Blood is red and it doesn't lie,

he saw it, how sweet and pure I thirsted that night,

can't you see that still wants me?

Pick your toes or I shall do for you,

Abortion?

I am not a murderer,

I murder only the rust you caused my King.

You are a second wife,

a Second Woman you shall be till the rest of life,

I am Tzeblon's choice,

the woman who made him a man.

You met him with billions of dollars,

I met him when his eyes were white, never drunk,

I am the foundation of his wealth,

the soul of his happiness,

his conscience is surrounded by his hunger for me.

AJAKAYE: 

Want me if you want,

a Second Woman she is forever...

mothers are mothers,

I bored your first children,

and my womb is tirelessly fertile like River Tigris.

DEBORAH: 

Liar! 

Yes, that's what you are.

How can you be Olumide's choice?

Oh! 

Yes, I might be a second wife. 

Yet, he went in search of a woman when you no longer satisfied him.

I Eniola, will always get whatever I longed for,

the seas and rivers will fight for me,

you are nothing but a murderer and that's what you are.

TZEBLON: 

What ship will not remember its first water ?

Ajakaye was the _pami_ that sent familiar vanilla tastes, 

rolling between my throats

and you Eniola, you are my first taste of strawberry...

Let me gulp my strawberry

and force it down with the pressure of my first intoxication.

DEBORAH: 

I hate you My King,

You keep comparing me with that witch.

Don't you know we are like two contradictory words? 

With two different meanings?

My King, 

my Love for you is like the sands of the earth,

uncountable and unmeasurable.

I Love You with all of my heart,

be with me alone OLUMIDE.

AMEEDAT:

I am the mother of my son Olumide,

you recent wives have never learnt to fight

before carrying affectionate swords.

Ajakaye Iyale...

Eniola Iyawo...

You have been married,

stay married in the kingdom of Olumide's happiness,

stay in peace,

and be ready to share his nights with each other.

Men must cheat,

cheaters must be men,

they are the gender that cheat rightly.

Peace is to handle conflicts amicably my wives.

I am the mother of your husband,

and my arms accept you both.

TZEBLON: 

I am with you!

It is not like a sip of wine 

when your bosom refused to hearken my frequent and severe knocks.

Ajakaye has given me, not a child, yet I feel the nirvana when I rip her...

and Eniola, this is me !!

Do not hate me... 

I just won't forget the blood that runs through my veins,

yet you are the water behind my skin.

DEBORAH: 

Thank you Great woman.

Iyami, truly you accept us but I detest that woman so much.

Yes, you are right men must cheat,

and that was what push my King into bringing her in our home.

Iya wa,

I will listen to you because you are a Mother.

I accept her and I hope she forgives me for how I treated her.

AJAKAYE ooooo,

I welcome you.

Forgive me of my unconscious attitude.

You are my Iyale, And I promise to respect because

I see you are stronger than me.

OLUMIDE MY KING!

Pardon the second wife,

my words worth punishment

but I know you are my husband and wouldn't watch me suffer.

I accept Iyale and I promise to be a good and caring Iyawo.

AJAKAYE: 

Iya Okomi...hmm

my mind has heard you Maami.

Uneasy it is, but we have to make it easy,

for the sake of love,

for the respect of our husband,

for the love of the gods.

My knees are kneeling,

my hands are raised,

Alhaja Ameedah...

I accept my Iyawo.

TZEBLON: 

Of all nights...

your morsels taste sour today...

If only you have thrown stones at my mother.

TZEBLON: 

Ajakaye,

tonight, I will not invade the silence of your bed tonight...

maybe I will spend my nuptial night at Yetunde's abode until full moon.

AMEEDAT: 

My son!

Now, a man you have become like your father,

arrange your words with care,

women gossip their husband before his arrival from the farm,

give them same,

feed them same,

care for them same,

love them same.

Iyale shouldn't be treated as Iyawo,

Iyawo shouldn't be treated as Iyale,

boundaries are boundaries,

dignity is dignity.

ORIPINYE OLUMIDE

TZEBLON,

DEBORAH ENIOLA,

RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA- Striking Ideas

and

AMEEDAT O. SALIS.