ROMANCE: "YOU WANT TO MARRY ME" BY AJAKAYE AND JUDAISKY'S SEQUEL

You want to marry me!

Can you watch me read till 2:00 am before your romantic rights?

do you understand the peace I receive in academics?

I trust you know I literarily love thousands of men.

Do you understand that my professional roles begin by 7:00 am?

You want to marry me!

Don't feel unaware of my societal significance,

never complain when I get home late,

it is pure profession, not infidelity,

are you productively interactive?

You want to marry me!

Your passion for me must not threaten my unique zeal,

don't ever think me "overambitious",

I might kneel before you every morning for "good morning"

but never think about my self- value kneeling.

You want to marry me!

Can you tolerate me not being home a week for ESAN Conference?

Would my dream be important as your life to you?

Do you know I have been proudly single before your arrival?

Are you as busy as I am, and not attention hungered?

You want to marry me!

Know that I am as caring as you are to me,

I am as reliable as you are to me,

you are as worthy as I am to you,

read the aforementioned lines again if you want to marry me.

© RASHIDAT OLAMIDAYO AJAKAYE

STRIDA... guiding you to striking confidence in academic and creative writing!

- Nigeria 

2024

From the pages of your career I found love-

You are a title that got me engulfed-

A beautiful script worthy of enacting

And a soothing sonnet sweeter than

Shakespeare. I am the thrilling climax.

My love, you need not ask me further;

I will marry you. You are the paper, I am

The pen; and so to make meaning, we

Must abide together and glue firm like

Romee and Juliet, like Ferdinand Miranda

You are mine, I am yours for I am the

Busy schedule you profess. I am poetry;

The spontaneous overflow of emotion

In your blood, recollected in tranquility.

Don't quiver, we shall set the stage in awe.

I am the twisted plot in your head, the

Metaphysical poetry that stole your slumber.

I am the figurative expression that left you

Speechless. Yes, you can only speak-less.

Give me your hand, let's sail the isle.

I will make ready a proper prothalamium

And you, a sweet epithalamium to bless 

The transition of our new chapter shall

Create an unending suspense for all who

Love and cherish what we love and cherish.

So, now, my beloved, would you consider

Me the ode in your mouth? For you are

Already the picture in my ekphrastic

Poem and the comic relief in my tragic

Moments. Tell me, do I meet your demand?

JUDAISKY CARES

-Nigeria

© 2025