He lay down under her.
Calling out softly with the slight fear of being heard.
But the greater desire of hoping he would be.
So he continued to lay while his mind took him elsewhere.
Adekunle- the son of the gods brought his eyes towards the heavens.
I dreamt she broke free this time and she finally walked tall.
Her usual dull eyes seemed to me like they sparkled.
She must have been dreaming but she looked beautiful.
In her dreams she was finally there.
Omolara- the beautiful one is what they once called her.
They seemed an unlikely pair.
On a moonless night of a forgotten place.
And a dark corner that seemed to pray over them.
It seemed on this night the masquerades of Osun had gone to sleep.
I thought I heard the faint sound of drums in the background.