Posted in Drama and Poetry, My Love Story


King: Bro! I haven’t seen you in a while, I heard you were busy.
MCBUMNIK: Busy? What could I have been so busy doing that wouldn’t make me get in touch with you? Lately, I have just been feeling a bit dizzy.
King: (laughs)so I heard.
MCBUMNIK:(surprised)I hope its not something that has painted me as a part of the herd?
King: Well we could say it has since you are part of the herd of those falling in love. Anyways, just give me the full gist😁
MCBUMNIK: No, sorry this is personal so am just going to write it down in my Diary. All I can do is to keep putting you on twist.
King: That ain’t fair. (whispering to himself) I’ll just have to steal that diary and read it out loud.😈 I’ll show that am the one with the fist.

I met her on social media
As if she was just standing there
Waiting for me to come find her
Then just like a race car driver
I met her standing at my destination
As if she was the one that sent me on my mission
I was stuck on the spot like I was hit by recession

Then gradually I realize
That she wasn’t full of lies
Like all other ladies in my past lives
Different thoughts cross my heart like busy flies
I hope I won’t be the one full of lies

This is the moment of my life that I have lived
Not because I had prayed and focused on my belief
But because I believed
Is this the best thing I have achieved?

All I think of is “hope I won’t be the cause of her sadness?”
All I want for her is happiness
And a moment of her gladness
With her in my arms
And I in hers
Smiling as we fly to mars
And await the day we become ours

We hurt each other
And plead for one another
There are days we witness war and order
And there are nights we hang up on each other
There is a power in the skies that keeps the order
And gives us another chance to love one another

There are bound to be days of war
And nights of peace
That moment I think of “what should I have worn?”
To the place where I want to see the lady that I dare not wrong.



I'm a young poet and writer trying to make a difference in the world...some people call me the love poet, some call me Mcbumnik... I am playful, gentle and contrastively troublesome, you can call me Bunmi.

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