Writing Under the Influence

Drunk with love, so I write under the influence

You are my kryptonite, my jazz

I see you, I weak

I see you, I go mumu mode

 Mumu Mode

The feeling you bring is like having freshly baked Barcelos bread with Ghana high beans with the pomo effect

Like crispy ijebu gari, freshly fried groundnut and 2cubes of sugar drunk from a fancy bowl under an almond tree on a sunny afternoon

The thought of you brings that Christmas feeling

And when you are here, it feels like I’ll be needing a space suit cos it feels like I’m in space

You have caused this tussle between my head and my heart

Dear, you have put me on ‘mumu mode’

You have gained entrance into my heart without a visa

I don’t know how you creep into my mind at night

And then catch my undying attention in the morning…

I pray for you as much as I pray for myself

I seriously want it to be well with you