African Giant Blog

Love says to stay, ambition says press forward, Both against each other in just one mind, Love can’t be neglected neither can ambition be forgotten, What decision is to make of ambition? What consideration is to make of Love? This is Love and Ambition wearing boxing gloves.  -African Giant✍🏽

Higher higher, I raise up my arms As the shiver sets in, Down my spine. I could feel it all over my body. Oh my God, it's her. How the hell do I know that I'm sleeping with the devil? The taste of her juice does not taste like evil, Ooops, she's sweet in the middle. Like the papaya that it is. I want to make it stop, But I couldn't. And now, here it comes, the gelatinous rain. -African Giant✍🏽

In my mind is this sound,  it's a buzz. Oh my God, its humming.  Can I call it an hummingbird? It ain't flying. Going on and on through my mind, Giving rise to the body. Ooh God.  This is lust raging in my mind, like war cry. -African Giant✍🏽

A garden of roses filled with atmospheric scents of Love, A heaven with one angel, you being the angel in person, An erupting mountain with an endless eruption of Love magma. Such is the definition of Love for Aduke,   But as she pressed forward in life to fulfill her so called “Love dream”, It was a tragic memory she ended up fulfilling,   Her garden of roses turned into a garden of thorns, Heaven with one angel turned into Hell of demons, Love erupting mountain ended up being an endless eruption of tragedies.   What is to be of Aduke’s love dream? Oh my God, Her love dream is fading, like a smoke in the air. Aduke, is this the end of Love?

Aduni, the love witch. The one with the charming eyes, Gentle like a dove and meek just like the lamb. Those bewitching eyes, those intoxicating eyes, I want to drink from it, I want to savour it. The officer in the station is having hiccups, I think he might have taken a sip. Build a brewery in your station and drink it straight, He's a flamboyant. I want to savour it, Those intoxicating eyes. Aduni, you are sweet to have. -African Giant✍🏽

Why be a king when I could be a god? Here's the question brooding around the mind. I turned to science, It replied me by threatening my life. I turned to knowledge, It just failed as expected. Turning to the myths of the five elements, Fire, water, air, earth and metal. One life, two lives, till the fifth, To create an immortal and save lives forever. Now, this is the perfection of it. I am God. 

In a good way How do a man reach heaven while on earth? That is the question brooding on my mind. I want to see, I want to know, What this paradise looks like, All while on earth. When would I get to experience this? Abefe, the daughter of the palm wine tapper, Would you get me to this daydream of mine, I said. Repeatedly, she would say the word, "No". Then, persistent I became until I could get the key that unlocks her heart. On this fateful day that Abefe would take me on this journey was unplanned for. Secretly, we went to her father's farm. Leaning me against a palm tree, she climbed me like her father would climb the plam tree. The journey to paradise begins. Slowly as the lip lock begins, my _Dansiki_ was being lifted and the knot to my trouser was removed. Abefe got down from me like the wine has already been tapped, Making a downward movement to pour into the wine keg. Just like I saw her yesterday pounding yam, she grabbed onto my pestle

It feels so good to fall in love The way I fell, I'll never know The way we kiss, the way we touch How it feels, I'll never know I'll never know all these Not until you shower them unto me Let me know how it feels How love feels The feeling of the kiss As we lock our lips in melodic tunes As we touch and reach the climax together. How all these feels, I'll never know Not until you give them to me. Abeni, give me your love. -African Giant

Awelewa, the lady with so much beauty. Just like medicine heals the body, So you heal my soul. Lost in the deep forest was where I was, Abike with so much love found me. Never felt like this in forever. Lost in the thought of what Abike could be compared with, I found nothing. Now, what definition would suit Abike? Nothing came up, You imply a definition yourself. Abike mi owon, you are the perfect definition of "Perfect".

Yearn is what the heart does for its loved one, Seeking and striving for Love. When it breaks, it comes back together. What then is it supposed to do when its shattered? The struggles of the heart blackens the soul.

Feels hurt as the thought came across my mind, Is there actually a spark of love or is it just messing with my mind? I searched for the answer, I got none and all I had to do was cry. Love drowned my soul, The more I think about it, the more I'm confused of which way to go. All I knew was that I can't let go. Though we may be like east and west on different lanes, Or two roads on separate lanes, All I ever wanted was love to ease our pain. As I walk among my peers, All they could see was my face filled with fear, And what is this that I shed? This is my Tears of Love. -African Giant 

Ever since I met you, I've been lost and found. In the world's hurt whirlwind there I was until you found me. When I say I love you, consider that checked. As an absolute value cannot be negative so is my love for you. Through thick and thin, I will always love you. Here's a message from heart to love. -African Giant