Sweetie

(a poem)

Sweetie, this is the story

of our life: I met you someday & your face, with mine,

became one. That day of rain and snow, I hugged myself

a hundred times. I was so thrilled to

scent the odor of your

perfumed clothes.

It was later – when I waked up from my slumber –

that I told myself: “Look, pal… look at yourself:

You have slept and dreamt scores of dream. Now, go take your bath. Eat your breakfast & go

to war for you’re but a fighter!”

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Author of Les Larmes d'une Plume Esseulée, Adamu is a multilingual speaker & an emerging poet-writer. He's passionate about journalism & literature.

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Adamu Danjuma

Adamu Danjuma

Author of Les Larmes d'une Plume Esseulée, Adamu is a multilingual speaker & an emerging poet-writer. He's passionate about journalism & literature.

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