Your love tastes like,
too sweet for my
and a touch of
Your name on my tongue
salty ocean waters
washing over my
over the sands of
time, moving fast
when I’m in your arms
endless beaches of home
warm, like your
Like the scent of
long nights of rain
like the scent of
the side of your neck
above your shoulder
like the feeling of
Life is a rollercoaster of endless difficulties, and limitless opportunities for happiness. I personally find a peculiar kind of enjoyment in overcoming the challenges life presents to me. Moving to the United Arab Emirates in 2010 was without a doubt one of my biggest challenges in life thus far. It took me 16 months of struggling with rents, changing apartments from shared accommodation to a fully furnished studio until I finally managed to settle down in my very own independent apartment.
I loved everything about that flat; I loved the fact that it was mine; I loved how it was small and cozy yet spacious enough to receive all of my guests who visit from back home. Most importantly, I loved my thoughtfully picked furniture. Each item represented my independent and rebellious personality in its own way.
As much as I loved that warm flat, and the soulful furniture, I knew it was time to move on and let it go when I found a better job opportunity in Abu Dhabi. It was not easy to put the items for sale on Dubizzle, but I knew I had to. I managed to sell all of the large items but managed to keep some small stuff and took it with me to Abu Dhabi where I shared an apartment with an old friend.
It has been two years and those little items are still here, lurking on the corner, looking at me every morning and every night, begging to be put into use, with me or with anyone else who needs them. Yet, I continued to ignore their cries and gave a blind eye to their pleading stares, I just did not want to let go.
However, everything happens at the right time. A close friend of mine told me about Dubizzle’s campaign #ItsWorthMore. I loved the idea and was very excited to be part of it; only, I did not know what I could possibly give. What can it be that I have and no longer need but would worth a million times more to someone else? I had no old iPad, I only have one laptop, and I am still determined to learn how to play that guitar I bought a year ago. What could I possibly give…? What do I no longer need?
This time, the sounds of my IKEA TV Unit/Coffee Table were too loud to ignore. Yes, I knew it was finally the right time, and the right cause to give away my precious furniture. I know there must be someone out there who is furnishing their very first apartment and struggling to find the right pieces within a limited budget. I know. I’ve been there.
Inspired by my trip to the soul of West Africa; the beautiful yet heart wrenching and mind blowing city of Lagos, where my beloved Nigerians greet each other by asking “How far?”
How far have you gone chasing the sun that burns within your mind?
Chasing the ocean that you believe would cleanse your soul?
How far have you gone in a path you’ve imagined into life?
How far is he from your thirsty heart?!
Instead of saying
“How are you?”
He says in his local dialect
I softly reply in words he taught me,
“I dey oh”
While my mind wanders through
All I’ve seen, heard and felt in my journey in a land
That greets you asking
“How far have you gone since?”
If I am to answer the question truthfully,
I’d say in honest words,
He is not yet
Willing to hear…
I’ve only dug myself deeper into your grounds,
Implanted myself in the core of your existence
As far as the roots of my soul can go
Feeding on your inhaling
Living on your exhaling
I can only be
If you my darling,
That’s how far.
Only as far as a human heart can travel,
In search of a constant
In search of a home
As far as the hopeful can follow the light
Even when they’re not sure
If it’s growing brighter as they go,
Or if it’s fading out.
I’ve gone a far as your ancestors sacrificed,
For your culture and history to survive,
I’ve sacrificed as much,
For your legacy.
As far as the worn out feet ,
Of your blessed grandmother,
have walked in life
As far as the genuine words of her prayers have gone in the sky
Reaching out to the stars
Calling out to your ancestors,
Asking to shower me with blessings.
As far as the warmth of her embrace,
As far as the age of the language
She had spoken to me with, lovingly.
As far as the jungles would go
Hiding your green with its green
Blowing your mind with its inner peace
As far as the ocean would take me
In between the waves
Like a little mermaid
I’d write the poems
And sing the songs
“No ordinary love”
Hoping this poem
Will find its way to you
Hoping this song,
Will bring your heart to me
As far as hope can fly
As far as love can survive
As far as you need me to go,
How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.