Buhari and Tinubu
Utterances of a lover about to kill his mistress and himself
By Patrick Imo
Sleep, my beloved, sleep!
be patient! – we shall keep
our secret closely hid
beneath the coffin-lid.
There is no other place on earth or air
for such a love as ours, or such despair!
And neither hell nor heaven shall care to win our loathed souls, rejoicing in the sun!
Sleep! for my hand is sure.
The cold steel bright and pure
strike through thy heart and mine, shedding our blood like wine; sin’s sweetness is too sweet, and if the shame of love must be our curse, we hurl the blame
back on the gods who gave us love with breath, and tortured us from passion to death!
I weep for us!!!
..Imo writes from Lagos.