CL II MAX

— Afolarin I. Akinfolarin

My parasite is too wise not too foolish..
My parasite too smart not extremely stupid..
My parasite desires every good things of life but has no plan..
My parasite admires the splendor of prosperity but has no prospect..
So handsome so beautiful is my parasite, pitifully made and sorrily endowed..
Pain and agony is famous in her heart, her mind is venomous to pity and charity; all men are opportunist, her mysteries as heat for their own hatchery..am a victim.
Who will help my parasite? Her sickness is killing me, am bedridden for her own plight, her fondness to it is waiting for the end of the world; her survival is for the grave assisting many refusing her.
Her excuses are more than the waters of the sea, every glimpse my hope for her drowns in them.
I love my parasite; daily checking my deep what I have deprived my love to offer her. If my love is authentic, if my love is true, if love is sufficient, where is the deficiency of love? ..if I find it, I will fight I will fight I will fight for the healing of my parasite, I will give my life for her.

—A'afolarin|Dec 2017