Psalms of Olúwalónimí

Write a story "Dami says'... A tale of hyoowandai. I can't tell what the problem was for sure, writers block? Inertia? Lack of concentration or better put unseriosness? Lono. One thing I know though, something always come up. Don't read that as 'just something'- these are things that are equally important and demanding. Actually they pass for a genuine excuse. I can highlight: meetings, Nysc camp, chores, foggy mind..... So you see, I've got excuses. However, what happens to the tale? Is it less important? I bet not! So Dami and I would discuss on several occasions, and I would stutter "Dami I don't really know what you have asked me to do...or maybe that's not it, things just come up, words are not forming......yada yada On one of such days, in the midst of our discussion and it would seem like my mind was seeing it, Florence called "Damilola please help me with the vegetables" I go to the kitchen, carrying thoughts from...

Would you ride? If I let you in If I put away the cloak And show you the vilest of me Would you? Would you ride If you touch my frailty And behold my flaws? Would you ride if I bare my heart And break yours? Would you still wanna take a ride? If I tell you how I think what I think .. Can you stand the process of the gold you see? Or better yet can you pay the price? What if I yell what if I freak out What if I reach out for what you'd never imagine? Would you ride? Have you taken a second thought that I may not be exactly what you see?

I learnt different languages of love From the one who'd raise an eyebrow at every finger I lift, and demand for an account To the one who'd sit to watch, even when his heart breaks at my folly; the one who always waits for me to see. The one who'd watch me fall but always lend a hand to lift me up The one who allow me to grope in finding my way, yet stealthily following to make sure I don't miss my way The one who is ever ready to hear The one who smacks me to show depth of love The one who prays for me in the closet yet don't even make a face with me in public....

I'm the girl you waved at. The distance you are yet to cover. I'm the puzzle you concluded you couldn't put together even when you never dared to look closely. I'm the book on the shelf, you never got around opening. I'm the light you put a cloak on, with the accusation of shining too bright. I'm the child whose whimper you ignore. The voice who kept calling but fell on deaf ears. The one you think is too true to be true. I'm the one you need, not the one you want; the one you waved at.

Dad, Tonight I burrowed into old conversations And it brought plenty memories... Of the times that were sweeter than now And the times i was totally misconceived Because I acted like a child that I am, And I cannot hold back my tears Or deny this pain, especially that of haunting me with the words I told you... I feel like I was charged guilty when I wasn't... But it's fine. You know better. If someday we get to talk about these things and I am able to make my points, I'd be the happiest girl around, but hey, if I don't...it still shouldn't matter. Cos what matters most is what brought us together- Destiny. Love you, still!

You are a message. A part of the story yet untold.... I can see that. You are the peak of my fantasies. An embodiment of my natural b ent. The test in another form, so to speak. There was noise about you. But I didn't even care. I didn't know you. Neither did I know that you were trying to reach out. While you thought I was snubbing, I hadn't even taken note of you. And the first time you reached out... I saw it ; the feeling of inadequacy. Though I did a good job by hiding behind my macho face. I saw it again, when you first visited. I was awestruck. But I know better, cos I've seen it one, two, three times... It's the same...my bent; my deficit...from then till now. And I see how it's all a hype, from talking to you. I hope to be able to fix you in the Jigsaw. To harness the part of the story that you are. To step beyond self. And find essence to this. I bless God for you. Welcome on board, darling. Cheers 🍻

I bare my heart before you, lord. You know the contents, even that which I know not. Oh lord. Grant understanding to my heart. Wisdom. Spirit of wisdom. Clarity for career. Speed for recovery. Conviction for establishment. Hear me, lord. Hear my heart cry. Ma je ki n w'aye asan. Je Ki aye mi fi riri re han. Fun mi ni imo, ati oye. Fi owo gbogboro re tun aye mi to. Fun ogo re. Mo fi gbogbo re sile fun o. Oluwa, olorun mi.

I am not different; The difference only is the light that siezed me I'm not different; I only found love I'm not different; The difference is intention I have the same questions... similar doubts and fear I'm as messy as you are, But love covers it all. Far and wide. I'm not different I only walk differently. A different path, I don't see it all I only chose to walk regardless Don't envy me Have you seen my path? It's the love that makes the difference Don't assume you know Sometimes it doesn't look like it Yet it is Love... I am not different I am not different in myself...

I love the way you teach me. You take me through the fire and hold me still. Ever present, even when it seems you are not there. You allow me to make a mess of myself, then you show up with the message. Every mess turn message makes me finer...like flour. I love the way you teach and love me.

Hi sir! Oh no, it's not what you think; I've moved past your matter. It really isn't about you. I kmow that now.  I have once bitten my finger in regret of meeting you, but that's stupid, cos how better could I have learnt these lessons? When I met you, you were such a beautiful flicker. You beamed under a cloak, yet I saw the beauty... So much that I didn't even respect your choice. I forced my love on you. I opened my core. Heck! I almost got down with you. I conjured concepts in my head, I built a castle to fit you just the way you are... But really I seem to forget you have a choice; not everyone wants true, not everyone wants love. And that's the first lesson.   I'm not very different  I set out for my will too, but I'm constantly reminded of His. He makes the difference. Basic. And because of you darling mamo, I can handle similar scenarios better. I learnt how to be vulnerable. I got to a juncture where I had to redefine my pursuit. ...