Asake, let our tongues meet,

in the wet arena of our mouths,

let's share a kiss at this hour.


Let's lay side by side,

staring into our hearts,

through our eyes and touches,

talking about the love,

we have made and we shall make.


When you, Asake is fast asleep,

I shall wake,

and cover your nakedness with my body,

I shall pray over this meal,

this meal that shall never tire my flesh.


But why going to Ibadan to learn?

Is the village education not good?

Asake, this love hurts me,

your voice is no more in my head,

why have you left me for the city?

Return with your heart intact as promised,

University is now your lover.



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