Tale of Iniko and Chasing Time:

Iniko, time is neutral, chase it!

everybody has it-

Somebody can use it;

Anybody can abuse it-

Impatiently minute hands

wait for nobody..

Would you give up on me,

When the love,

that once taste like honey-

Stir up more sweeter than bile.

Boy, not even when

you throw a temper tantrum like a child—

looking like Thora

tossing someone else’s

garden over the wall of paradise

swinging a hammer like Ogun

As we hammer things out!

My hands would pluck a fresh forget me not, from the ground...

Iniko time is a seed, of baobab tree

It can become ripe, chase it!

Fresh and attractive like lemonade,

Even hallowed out,

when wasted and not harvested,

cannot be regained.

Iniko time is precious, chase it!

Avoid the long thoughts

Of wariness, stressing;

glances over what we failed to do,

Don't starve yourself with confusion...

Escape as you can find, is

presently

glance over what we've done.

Maximize every moments,

be onlookers...

Iniko, time is memories, chase it!

Would you give up on me,

When we see joy no more,

When the beauty trail,

is filled with bins

She shook her head in denial

Not even in times of trouble, would I-

Lines, are drawn

It can be days naw weeks

Lines, are crossed

It can be months naw years

Lines, stretch like

It can be seconds-

minutes naw hours,

all of our memorable smiles

Let the path fade,

when our bodies be frail,

and give in

as condors circle

I would never

wish to live a second without you...