AYAFA TEKENA - POEMS

Ayafa Tekena resides in Nigeria, he is a poet and an undergraduate of Law in Ajayi Crowther University, he has a penchant for writing and was published in the 2020 24hr marathon poetry. His hobbies includes Reading, watching movies and writing.

​THE EPITOME OF LOVE

​Have you ever set eyes

on the one and your heart 
skip a beat

Have you ever fallen 
In a trance 
and it seems you just found 
A gold mine

And then you ask yourself
What is love
Can it be defined
Is it just an emotion or more

Your heartbeat increases 
As if you just
Ran a marathon
All you want is her

The question 
What is wrong with me
Why am I loosing it
What's so special about her

It can't still be figured
It's just she you want
And nothing more

What's the plan
To woo such beauty
How, is the question
Your head has become a time machine

Seeing the possible outcomes
For every move you take
and seeing if you stand 
A chance 

After all is said and done
Reality dawned on you 
And honestly 
You don't stand a chance
Not even by a hair's breath

But either ways only
One option awaits
And that's to
Pursue

If the battle is lost
Then the soul 
shall recover 

But if not then the chase
Was worth it and I shall 
derive pleasure being 
With the queen who 
Stole my heart 
With a glance.

ONE MORE SHOT ELSE I DIE

​I have felt pain
The type able to drown you 
Put you in depression while
suicide bangs the door  of your sanity.

You need help from yourself
You need to be saved
Who will help 
A sick man
 
They call me a burden
Die if that's what you want
The world won't pause
Because of you

There's no peace, all hope lost
My heart
Shattered into many pieces
Is what it is

I look for solitude 
And my only help
Is in the glass 
A shot

They call it spirit 
Get me drowsy 
I feel numb

Get the pain away
Call it fake
But all I want to feel 
is nothing
Sobriety about to kick in

Get me a glass lest I die
Tears cascading down 
The beautiful eyelids
I am broken 

Giving myself false hope
Call it self deceit
Something to suit your taste
But if you haven't been 
At your lowest 
Don't judge

Get me a note and a pen 
Let's end things
I am tired of fighting 
It's hard 
Don't stop me

Dopamine is the pleasure

In my mind
Just took a flight
And I really can't hear you

The bottle call it vodka
My friend, my happiness
Don't take her from me
You've taken enough
What else do you want

You broke a fragile soul
And you're here trying 
To claim repairer
Fuck off 
It can't be repaired

Your decision has been made
All I want is to be left alone
To drown in my misery
How less of a man I feel

She a whore has done it again 
After just healing 
You're bad for me
Poison, is what you are

Flee
Can't be a simp again
Never will I trust
This is the end

Just give me a shot
Else a soul might be drown
And a life lost in the abyss.

OURS

​The joy, mimics and laughter
Are all heard
at the dinning table.
As we gather to take our breakfast.

Do you hear the beautiful voices
of the little children.
 That brings so much joy
and smiles to their cute faces.

Do you hear the quarrelling of the little ones, the warnings of their parents
as they tend to be naughty and innocently kneel knowing the wrong they have committed.
Apologizing with such tender hearts.

Do you see the unbreakable love
that each of them share.
The tender love of father and mother as they take turns to sing lullabies 
and read stories 
To drift them off to sleep.

The beauty of the sun radiates in the room and they are woken by 
the sound of the alarm clock
as they run down the stairs,
To get a tight hug and 
a bite of whatever is producing that sweet aroma.

Be patient young lady,
No eating directly from the pot.
'Else you want rain to fall
on your wedding day
And drive everyone away .

Don't scare my beautiful princess,
All is a myth.
But princesses have to brush and be neat.
The food isn't running away.
And school still awaits you.

The responsibilities build up
and sometimes it might be choking
but love surpasses all
and we make time to show each other.
How dear they are to us.

The unbroken chain of a family.
The love, the pain,the joy, the rift.
All isn't a bed of roses.
But we end of gaining momentum.
Through love and support.
And surviving in the worst situations.