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*


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