Poem with 💰: A deep price, A.K.A love of nation.
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When writing what I just wrote now, I was thinking of the title that befits the poem for this newsletter. But the plan was to teach the inter-woven mix of poems and how to unloose it. And Nigeria’s presidential election being today could not be more coincidental.
It’s a simple and smiling session, as easy as—one plus one makes a new two. But, it can also be a tough-toeing painting if not attentive 👍🏽.
A single poem can stand alone but join to make a new meaning, usually favouring the second poem. And an entire poem can have more than three meanings. At least two will be generic; one will be personal in a deeper look at it. From there, it becomes relative.
Each time will have a new meaning that is crystal clear, green ruby.
— Tobi Akinpelu.
Let’s select this example:
Imagine a world where Fire and Water are lovers. A world where two become one. Two totally different is typing a common ground. Typing this is too sweet and intense; fire, leave me alone. Go mildly is the plan; this pinching sensation is an overburn. You’re going too deep into my core. Don’t bubble me up into hot steam Fire, wait, pause, remember that I am water. Turn down the volume before my brain evaporate.
Love of one’s nation is a bittersweet story. I hate this place, and still, I love this place. Love of nation is a love of Fire and Water. A deep price to pay for being a citizen. A deep price.
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He always loved playing the piano. That’s true, which I did throughout a six months university strike. He could play pirates’ main soundtrack at that time, but now, can only dream of it. There was no use for it, so it lays dormant. A regular fate for all kitchen ingredients.
But here’s a comeback story: He intend to use the music and add it to poems. As you can imagine, it could take six months to regain shape, which may take longer with regular life’s bahubahu. It might not even work, but should you not try?
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