She says I have a type...

Thanks to @arewadudutomiwa, this poem was written donkey months ago. I can almost remember that afternoon. Seated on the worn out table in front of my windowless room in the corpers' lodge of OGS, wading flies away and watching my beans cook, I penned this words, reacting to Tomiwa's challenge. I cannot remember if I finished the poem or not when I paused to attend to the young men who were also waiting for my beans.

Good times, those times. If only we knew it then.
If you care for poetry, consider this your Monday booster. Enjoy.

She says I have a type

Because Lanre was big and burly

And I in love did my dance of folly

Till he left with everything, leaving me only

She says I have a type

Because seeing Tunji, I couldn't help but hype

His tender eyes that made my hands want to clap

His soothing kiss that made my feet do tap tap

Till again, I woke up alone, just me and my pap

She says I have a type

Because as I watched the rich man take his sip

I was certain he would leave me a tip

What's more, he also wanted my heart to keep

Only that he needs no reason at all to flip

And when he does, the resulting pain won't let me sleep

So, she says I have a type

Cos after all with which I have had to cope

My foolish heart still dares to hope

Of a man that is mine, one I can trust like Catholics trust the pope.

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