Mixed bag, Poetry

Love me fiercely

Love me fiercely.

Love me boldly.

Surprise me with hausa koko at work. Fight for the last piece of soft wele when you buy me waakye from Auntie Adiza, just because you know my heart will smile when my teeth sink in with ease.

Cover me with a blanket and kiss my forehead even though I am fast asleep. I may not be awake but the universe will know that this girl is loved- by you.

Hug me harder when I push you away. I know you know what my heart is really saying.

Push past the ‘it’s nothing’. Make me open up to you. See the quivering lips and the tear filled eyes. Listen. Just listen.

Tell me I am beautiful. Yes, I know you told me that yesterday and you don’t get why a woman as fearless and gorgeous as me can dare to think that she isn’t pretty. Remind me anyway. Sometimes I forget. Besides, who doesn’t like to be told she looks ravishing by the man she loves the most in the world?

I am complicated.

Yes I know.

That used to be my winning trait for you- that air of mystery, that sense of adventure because you never really knew what was coming.

‘You are something else.’, you said.

Love me with my complications.

Laugh at me. Dangle a cockroach in my face and chase me around the house. Steal my last piece of kelewele. Drop ice cubes at the back of my shirt. Worry me.

Indulge me. Let’s take selfie number 34987- yes with yet another Snapchat filter. Hug me for the hundredth time, I don’t mind. I am not tired of being wrapped in my lover’s arms.

Ron me*– even if we are 3 years, 7 months 6 days and 18 hours old.

Don’t make me wonder. Don’t make me wonder if you miss me; if the sight of me still lights up the crevices of your heart with joy; if sending you yet another text makes me look needy.

Don’t make me ask myself why your phone is more interesting than the conversation we are supposed to be having. Don’t make another man make me feel special. Don’t make me wonder if things have changed.

Love me.

Love me fiercely.

Love me boldly.

Love me extravangantly.

Or don’t love me at all.

 

*Ron me– pursue me

59 thoughts on “Love me fiercely”

  1. Waawuuu! Sensational! Not gonna lie, I’m not the “hopeless romantic” kinda person, but this is nice! 🙌

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  10. Eeeeeei Keni and love raps.

    In my case, I steal ideas and new things so that is just that other thing that I’ve picked from this.

    *Ice cube bit in perspective* 😀😀😀

    Ayekoo my friend.

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      1. Keni this is a striking piece. I have learnt paa….In fact I think I will read it again koraa. I am excited about implementing this in my ship. My beloved will suffocate (not die of course) from the experience I will create with God’s help.

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  12. Ei my somebody must see this 😂😂😂 but my last piece of kelewele CANNOT be stolen…..that one de333 I’m sorry

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  16. Man…
    Been bonding with this girl i know and I literally read this in her voice. Might mess around and announce I’m taken in a few months.
    Sending her the link

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  22. I am enjoying this whole thing.
    I wish i could continue to treat my lady as a queen,as i have been doing.But lately,the more i try,the further away she tries moving farther from me.She has changed so sharply.
    I now feel like,i need a friend to compensate for the space i feel is being created.
    But all in all,i have found a company here.
    Thank you,guys.

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  27. I’ve read this a couple of times and can’t help but be awed at how accurately you capture the feminine need to loved this way. ..fiercely! Gye wo two wai

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