Petals For My Tears

Wush! Wush! Wush! Erhi ran through the bushes like a madman chasing nothing, sweating profusely from the humid air of the evening. He tore through the winds, creating his own current of wind. Though the night was lit by a full moon, his vision was obscured. The effect of the moon on the green foliage cast layers of creepy shadows on the ground. The shadows moved with the breeze that shook the trees, adding more drama to that which was about to unfold.

The owls were hooting, the crickets chirping, the frogs croaking, and the buzzing mosquitoes had began to bite. The sandflies too were out and had shown his feet no mercy. They competed with the piercing mosquitoes for their stolen dinner. Erhi paused to catch his breath and then heard it again. Even in the midst of all the jungle sounds, some of which were unrecognizable, he could hear the voice. It was so distinct. It spurred him on as he made his way closer to the mysterious singer. He knew he was inching closer because it was getting louder.

He slowed down and began to tiptoe. He was delayed by the pricks of some thorny plants. They dug into his left arm, scratching through his skin so deeply that it bled. Wincing in pain, he took a deep breath to prevent himself from being heard. The spikes of the plants also latched onto his clothing. He gently peeled them off. He didn’t want to jeopardize his mission, so he took the pain in stride, dabbing off the blood from his arm with the edge of his shirt. He leaned over to the other side of the bushes to avoid the malevolent, bloodthirsty plants, and slightly parted a thick clump of grass. There she was, a divine thing of beauty.

His heart raced like a running car. His mouth, ajar, and his pupils dilated as if frozen by an intense beam of light. He was dazzled, as he watched in awe……………… continue reading in the attached link below https://www.amazon.com/Petals-My-Tears-Nina-Fabunmi/dp/B0CF4CXVB4/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

I have published my book titled ‘Petals For My Tears.’ In heart of an enchanting African village, two souls find themselves historically entangled in an illicit love, their destinies defying centuries of tradition. This is the gripping tale of a forbidden love that transcends borders, cultures and time itself. Against the backdrop of vivid African traditions, the narrative weaves through historical tales and fictional folklore, revealing how ancestral beliefs have shaped the rules that threaten to separate lovers.

This epic love story promises to captivate readers, evoking emotions that range from heartache to elation, and restoring faith in the power of love to overcome all odds. It is a is a triumph of love, history, and culture, inviting readers on a transformative journey through African lands, cities, and hearts. With every page, it encourages us to embrace the beauty of our differences, reminding us that love knows no boundaries and can forge a path where none seemed possible before.

In this book, I have beautifully interlaced written narrative, poetry, and reflections on African heritage, enriching the reader’s experience and offering profound insights into the human spirit’s capacity for love and endurance.

My book is available in 3 formats, hardcover, paperback and kindle. To purchase please visit the link below.

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When I Hear Your Voice

When I hear your voice

My body melts like butter on hot pancake

I wish you would take a bite and enjoy the taste of me

Can I use my words to lure you into my chambers

That we may climb to great heights

When plunged into each other, like a knot and a bolt

An unbreakable union, like blood flowing through a breathing heart

You give me life

Thats what your voice does to me

When I hear your voice

When I hear your voice

It cancels out the noise

I see you, though you are not here with me

I imagine you touching me

And I touch you right back

We touch each other without looking back

Could you fall in love with the essence of me

And one day come home to me

That we may be

I hear your voice………….

And when I hear your voice

I open up my mouth and I feel your lips upon mine

Your breath behind my ears tickles me

My dopamine is activated

My body vibrates

The world does not exist anymore

Just you and I

And then I hear your voice again

And the cycle continues

I am lost in the thoughts of you

When I hear your voice

© Nina Fabunmi, original art also by Nina Fabunmi www.ninafabunmi.com

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This Fantasy Is Mine

This fantasy is mine

I reserve every right to it

And I deserve to feel the way it makes me feel

In my mind, you are mine

I wake up every morning lying next to you

You kiss me

You kiss me on my lips

You kiss me all over my body

You even kiss me in places that I did not know were kissable

There is no getting out of this bed

Until we are satisfied and fully fed

But we’ll never be satisfied and fully fed

Because the more we give to each other

The more we want of each other

And we just keep going and going and going

Moaning and moaning and moaning

Like whales moan in the deep blue sea

We are all that we see

We are deep into each other

There is no other

No bother

This fantasy is mine

In my heart, I have built you a home

I have filled it with warmth and love

I take you everywhere with me

You make me feel safe

Like treasure in a safe

When you pull my strings, I dance to your tunes

When you call my name, I answer to you

When you’re with me, I light up

And my fire burns only for you

I own this fiery flame

It is mine to have and behold

Because this fantasy is mine

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The Way I Need To Feel

Tell me sweet nothings

Like it’s nothing

It should come naturally to you

Like the color of the ocean with a deep blue hue

When your heart beats

Let that be the sound of my name

Call it like it’s not a shame

When you touch me, I need to quiver like a river

With currents so high, they look like they shiver

And if I shiver, I need you to hold me

Like a believer, let your solace be me

Need me, like a seed in the soil needs water to grow

Plant your seeds in me, in my loins that they may flow

Be the left to my right or the right to my left

Sticking together like fish trapped in a net

We can cut through it and swim out together

Like the hurdles we jump to get to the finished line together

There is no me without you or you without me

That’s the way it’s supposed to be

If the love is real

Then this is the way I need to feel

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To The Bearded Black Man Reading This Poem

To the bearded black man reading this poem

I do not know you, but I know what your voice does to me

You told me I was worthy

I listened and I owned it

You pressed the re-set button and activated parts of me

That I thought were dead and gone

And here I am again, waiting………….

Waiting to hear those words from you

Those words……

“My beautiful queen

Woman of my dreams

Shaped like a champagne bottle

With the savor in what lies within

I have seen you cry

And I am here to dry your tears

I felt you shiver, and I came to keep you warm

I want you to know that I’ll bear that weight

Ease your mind

And love you like you need to be loved

Because you are worthy”

©Nina Fabunmi 2021

When Weary Winds Blows

When weary winds blow

When my space in infiltrated by that which I do not see

Its like the wind wandering into places no one dares to

You are in my head once again , uninvited

Like the wind that cracked the window open

I think of you, dream of you, wake up calling your name

And yet I sleep in an empty bed, craving you

Wondering if I am supposed to

The weary wind is blowing again

Tugging at my stubborn heart

Wanting that which it does not have

Meant to have or not

Once was but no more

What shall I do with the memories, the thoughts and the love I once felt for you

What shall I do with my undying love

Like an artist with paint but no canvas to express a work of art on

Praying for the wind to take it all away

Yet clinging to it like my dear life

For fear of the weary wind

I will climb into my head and lock myself in a box

The weary wind will not wash away my thoughts

I will take you with me where ever I go

And paint the pretty picture that is us, though not ,but is and will always be

Picking Up The Pieces

Like a wound that’s yet to be healed

How can I be the band aid for the wounded?

My tears are still overflowing

So how can I stop yours from falling

You left me a slippery ground to walk on

I struggled to keep on walking

Until at last I fell

You were like a derelict piece of land

And yet I planted my seed in you

I watered it with faith, hope and love

And you became profitable

You profited from me

With or without my consent

Whether or not it was descent

You claimed it as your right

Now you are like a flourishing piece of land

And those who eat from you are not me

Where forth went the seed I planted in you

I woke up and you were not there

And I remembered pain

And I remembered when love was real

I thought about her and the fruit of her womb

I wished it was mine but it wasn’t

I wanted to reclaim what was once mine

What will always be mine

Two broken hearts lost and trying to find a way

All we are left with now are pieces

We are like scraps of material on a beautiful quilt

Each piece telling a story

We cling on to each other

Making the best of what life hath left us to contend with

It seems like that would be enough for now

We walk to a future where we know not how

Will we ever make this bond everlasting

We have love but not the way we want it

I have gone back home

Where I planted my precious flower and watched it grow

One piece at a time , I shall pick

I take what I can get and make the best of the rest

When you are with me , I feel whole

And when you are not there, I hold on to the memories of you

In my heart you are forever mine

And no one will ever take your place

Here I am picking up what’s left of us

Watering it with faith hope and love

In the land where my flower blossoms

I am picking up the pieces

(C) Nina Fabunmi 2018

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Where To Now?

I made you the captain of my ship

But you made me buy the boat

I handed you the steering wheel

But you lost us deep in a deep blue ocean

Nowhere land

Without a path or a destination

I had to jump off

And swim in my own direction

I left all that hurt and pain behind

But it seems like anytime you try to reach me

You bring it all along with you

Do I need to buy you another ship to sail to me

Give you a cabin and a crew that they may guide you

Hand you a life jacket that you may never drown?

Less you be lost once more

Still bringing along the pain and hurt I have tried ever so hard to get rid of

I am living in my own land where I found my way to

I have built me a shelter and provided for me

I am never lost

Just lost when I think about you

Lost in thoughts of your thoughts

Lost in thinking that your direction will ever lead you to me

In a way that will stop all the hurt and pain

But you always bring it along with you

So here we are never knowing how to do this

Where to now?

(C) Nina Fabunmi

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The Reality Of A Dream

Where forth shall we be ?

When forth ?

What say the dream?

What’s real or not?

The lost became the found

And the found is lost all over again

Don’t know the difference between the dream and the reality anymore

I have been living in my head for far too long

A place where I know how to achieve perfection

I am who I want to be

I can do what I please

And love whom I deem fit

There is no judgment

No rules or societal norms

And I am at peace

Released

I can dream

And I can make my dreams a reality

You were never lost to me

You never will be

It’s a dream but its reality

For I know not the difference

I have been living in my head

In my perfect world, you are mine and I am yours

We were promised to each other from the beginning

When we discovered what love was together and for the very first time

And we were lost to each other

But we are found

And we belong to each other

We always have , we always will

For this is a dream

And our world is perfect

For our dream is a reality

The reality of our dream

(C) Nina Fabunmi 2018

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