Musa loved Obi

Musa loved Obi

Musa loved Obi

His chest was his ruby.

They were a pair of eyes that blinked together

They sang songs of forever.


Musa was the hibiscus in Obi’s childhood dreams

He was the pink rose that ripples with beams.

They lived in a secret sacred musical garden.

The joy they knew may not be found in Eden.


Then time built years

And years beckoned on society’s demand of tears.

Musa married Mary.

While his bond with Obi was not yet weary.


Henceforth he breathed with one nostril

A life of no thrill.

Mary was the wife of demand

She was the obedience to a standing command.


She was society’s only way to Paradise

A man’s name must never be thrown like a dice.

So a man needs sons

Sons that must have sons.

The circle must never break;

Despite the many sons it may break.


Mary’s bosom was a pot of soured soup

The stinks repelled Musa and he was unable to supp.

But thanks to Viagra that he swallowed in high doses

It made him sport on her as his numbed eyes closes.

Musa had sons without love;

Grave stones, name keepers that do not move.


Musa was a secret in his Household

Obi still held his heart like a stronghold.

Musa had him in his nightly prayers

His loneliness grew in rapid layers.


His heart wailed but he silenced it with a hush

His face was a burnt bush.

His mask became his life

He was broken and Mary was a sad wife.

Written by Felix Kalu

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  1. Mandy
    August 28, 09:04 Reply

    Gawd! This is such a poignant depiction of how everyone’s a victim in a triangle involving Gay men and the Unsuspecting women married to cover up for the benefit of society.

  2. Lotanna
    August 28, 09:35 Reply

    My God.These words speak life.
    I was touched,I read with a sorrowful heart.
    Good job Felix.

  3. Delle
    August 28, 09:47 Reply

    I ejaculated!

    This was just orgasmic. The rhythm, the rhyme, the effortlessness. Everything was in sync.
    I hardly understand poetry (that genre of literature has refused to be grasped by my brains), but this was so true. So good.

    Married Gay Men
    and their lives
    would always end up
    With tales of
    Sad wives


    • Malik
      August 28, 14:39 Reply

      Sad wives. Sad men. Sad lovers… Sad everybody.

      • Pink Panther
        August 28, 14:57 Reply

        It’s a really fucked up Situation, one that can be avoided if the society would let people be true to themselves

    • No_One
      September 11, 16:23 Reply

      O Delle,
      Ever the dramatic,

      And you’re wrong to say all will end with tales of sad wives.

  4. Malik
    August 28, 14:38 Reply

    So a man needs sons
    Sons that must have sons.
    The circle must never break;
    Despite the many sons it may break.


  5. AlphaJay
    October 20, 13:03 Reply

    This. Is. Just. Lit!
    I see grace
    rasp in pace
    in those lines lace. 🙂
    Felix inked a lit piece. lol. nice one bro

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