Lyrics, Pen and Pad.

Your look is like the gaze of the sun, Like ice, it melts my heart. Your smile compares to an evening sunset over the sea, It summons and arouses my feeling for nature. Your sparkling white teeth Reminds me of the glittering stars On a full moon night. Just Like the moon peeps behind cloud, Your eyeballs stare beneath its lids. How much I long for that look The alluring one. To pull me out of my skin, To a journey beyond the creeks. Pope Fhysx © 2017

Oh! how I miss being a minor, The freshness of each day, Like a fruit produced just in time The belly aching kind of laughs Oh! How I miss being a minor, Good OI’ days buried Beneath the tide of memory Gone into oblivion Engrossed in daily busyness Oh! how I miss being a minor. Pope Fhysx © 2017

Two compatible people are a fairy tale. Happily, Never After. The knitting of two Incompatible souls, Happily, Ever After. Incompatible people making a good adjustment. For if two people agree on everything, One of them is unnecessary in the first place. Deux personnes compatibles sont un conte de fées. Heureusement, jamais après. Le tricot de deux âmes incompatibles. Heureux pour toujours Les personnes incompatibles font un bon ajustement. Car si deux personnes s'entendent sur tout, L'un d'entre eux est inutile en premier lieu. Pope Fhysx © 2017

Maami , The molder, The Teacher, The disciplinarian. Your igbati-igbamu Is the best tool I’ve ever seen When it comes to child training, Your igbaju olooyi is the best choice For Cognitive Recalibration Your winks and pinches Speaks volume, More than the best dissertation ever written. You spoke both words and lashes. Employing each at the right moments. Lashes were for the day, Words were for the nights. How and where you Got the confidence to beat with Orogun, I still wonder till date. They call it child abuse You call Ibawi Spare the rod, Spoil the child Was your daily watchword Stranger asked if I was birthed by you Or given out for servitude Yet at that, You were the sweetest. Countless nights you woke me, As if for a conversation, But I get welcomed From the sweet sounding sleep With a round of applause My face being the victim Even when I developed Tolerance to your beating You explored my body