Myself and my rival:
We are like the two sides of a coin,
We both take turns to turn,
_Shey dey say life na turn by turn_
In between, Bode was the _el garçon_
He was a master worshipped by two sluts,
Indeed he felt like the son of the sun
Left me for dead like the edge of a sword,
Shattered my heart like the sound of a gun
Yet, my feelings for him: intact like the surface of a gum.
What have I done to deserve this?
Or must war come before peace?
Thus I said to thy heart:
_”Why art thou so gullible?”_
Nay is Love for thee!
Till birds begin to crawl
And men begin to fly,
Then will thee love again
*Benedicta et Adolfo*