DUET_ THE IGNITION BY DAUDU FATIMAH AND OLUMIDE TZEBLON.
FATIMAH:
You're my shining armour,
the only knight who knows the way to my heart,
your sword is piercingly astonishing,
I die to brandish it.
OLUMIDE:
And you shall remain the bearer of my future,
the screams of my heart,
the filter of their words,
the boulevards of my dreams,
the reason – my summer, winter, spring / every weather.
Even when I walk away,
I always end up running into you.
FATIMAH:
You eventually got me soaring in the realm of love,
I don't even know what to say
My heart is beating faster more than I can ever imagine ;
What have you done to me?
OLUMIDE:
Nothing my dear – its just the beautiful pangs of love and I feel it too,
Call me baby and I will forever remain here to savour you,
your tendency/ for sure is more than that of other creatures,
are you an angel
' cause surely I live under a lovely spell.
FATIMAH:
You eventually caged my fragile heart
with lots of care and
my heart keeps bouncing for you,
you have given it a reason to live again.
OLUMIDE:
Maybe you're wrong...
I'm the captive instead,
love betrayed me when it held my hands and brought me to your realm
and now I want no going back.
I care Fatima....
My Zahra... I breath for you.
FATIMAH:
Call me baby and I will call you daddy,
call me sugar and I will call you honey,
our love is like the story of the honey bee and flower
joining hands that produces honey,
our love shall be sweeter than honey,
let's make our love a history.
OLUMIDE:
History you say ?
Biblical ? Secular ?
Herodotus is dead– so is seutonius but the pantheon of love never ends.
So... My tender skin,
the woman... The woman I have nothing to say about...
Just you're a woman
' cause only you is worth calling a woman..
FATIMAH:
Oh my !
I feel butterflies roving around my belly,
yur love is– like the beautiful petals of the morning rains,
I can feel it drip in my heart and soul,
come over to my house– my father loves love too
and I shall be your woman forever...
OLUMIDE:
You said to me ;
" Have you had berries before?"
Then you grasped my lips in awesome warmth,
Fatima ! Fatima !! Fatima !!!
I have washed my Agbada,
our _Danshiki_ has been trained to sway to your father's drums,
we would sit around our table
with our seeds– decide them,
just spill their _egusi_ to the sand,
let's keep them busy till we find ecstasy.
DAUDU FATIMAH FOLAWALE
and
ORIPINYE OLUMIDE
(TZEBLON).
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