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WITH LOVE FROM BLACKHALL BY: Oluwajimi Thorpe

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA,I WILL LOVE YOU WITH MY LAST BREATH.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, I WILL LOVE YOU UNTIL MY HEART PUMPS IT LAST BLOOD.

SADE: REALLY.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE, WOULD THE KING YOUR FATHER EVER ACCEPT ME?

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, I WILL KILL ANYONE THAT COMES BETWEEN US.

FOLA: REALLY.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, I WILL DO THE FORBIDDEN JUST TO BE IN YOUR ARMS.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, I WILL SEARCH EACH TRIBE IN THE WORLD JUST TO BE WITH YOU.

SADE: REALLY.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, YOUR FATHER THE KING DREAMS FOR THE DAY I WOULD WALK TO THE VOYAGE UNDER THE SHADOW OF BIRLDS FLYING IN THE SKY.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, MY FATHER WAS DISCUSSING WITH THE EUROPEAN CAPTAIN (CAPT JOHN).

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, WHAT DID HE SAY?

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, HE WAS DISCUSSING ABOUT SELLING SOME SLAVES, FOLA, FOLA, FOLA MY; EARS COUNDN’T TAKE IT.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, I CAN REMEMBER THEM CLEARLY FOR THEY’RE JUST COMING BACK TO ME.. IF YOU EVER NEED ME, IF YOU EVER WANT ME, MY HEART HAVE I GIVEN YOU, MY LOVE HAVE I GIVEN YOU. YOU HOLD AND CARRY MY HEART IN YOU; LISTEN AND YOU’LL HEAR ITS TALK, WHEN YOU CAN’T FIND YOUR WAY THROUGH THE NIGHT, WHEN YOU’VE LOST TOUCH AND NOTHING IS FEELING RIGHT.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, ARE THIS WORDS REALLY YOURS, OR THE WORDS OF Esu THE CUNNING god.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, THEY ARE MINE, FROM THE VERY CITADEL OF MY HEART.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, I THINK MY FATHER THE KING KNOWS ABOUT OUR LOVE AND HE WANTS TO TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, WHEREVER I MAY BE MY HEART WILL FOREVER BE WITH YOU, YOU WILL BE THE REASON I BREATH, BECAUSE YOU I CAN NOT HAVE ENOUGH OF YOU .

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, YOU WILL BE THE FIRST AND LAST THING THAT WILL COME INTO MY HEART EACH DAY, I WILL NEVER SAY GOOD BYE, I WILL ONLY SAY TILL WE MEET AGAIN TO LOVE AND CHERISH EACH OTHER .

FOLA: WHEN I PROMISE YOU, YOU COULD TRUST ME I MEANT EVERY WORD THAT I SAID, YOU DON’T HAVE TO FACE THE NIGHT ALL BY YOURSELF.

SADE: OH MY LOVE, OH MY LOVE, LETS MAKE THIS LAST MOMENT LAST FOREVER, I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME A WOMAN TONIGHT, KISS ME LIKE THE MORNING RAYS, DON’T LET THE MAGIC WE SHARES IN THE NIGHT FLITTER WITH THE LIGHT OF DAY, COME LETS BE ONE .

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, I CANT DO THIS, IT IS AN ABOMINATION.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, EVEN THE gods KNOWS HOW IT FEELS TO LOVE, THE LOVE goddess WILL SOLICITE FOR US.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, I DON’T THINK I CAN RESIST SUCH ENDOWMENT, YOUR BREAST IS SO PERKY, YOUR NIPPLES ARE SO HARD AND UPRIGHT.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, MAKE ME WHOLE.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, YOU ARE PARADISE, YOUR JUICE DRIPS LIKE FRESH HONEY, NO WONDER A SLAVE BOY CAN NOT BE WITH A PRINCESS, YOUR MILKY WAY CAN MAKE THE HEART OF THE STRONGEST KING MELT, YOU ARE AN ANGEL, THE CREATOR SPECIALLY MADE YOU FROM GOLD AND PRECIOUS GEMS,  YOU ARE MY TREASURE ON EARTH ALL I HAVE IS YOU. LOSING YOU WOULD BE SUICIDE, EVEN FROM THE WHITE MANS LAND I WILL LOVE YOU, MY LOVE WOULD FLOW ACROSS AND BEYOND THE OCEAN.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, DON’T SAY GOODBYE, I WISH THE SUN WON’T SET NOW.

FOLA: OH MY LOVE SADE, WHEREVER I MAY BE, I WILL ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO YOUR HEART, I WILL CHERISH THIS MOMENT FOREVER, IT WILL ALWAYS BE FRESH, IT WILL NEVER BLOW OFF LIKE A CANDLE IN THE WIND.

SADE: OH MY LOVE FOLA, I CAN HEAR THE VOICES OF THE ''KINGS MEN'' COMING, RUN MY LOVE RUN, PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HEART FROM ME, PLEASE DON’T KILL ME ,GIVE ME A CHANCE TO ‘’ LOVE FREELY ‘’.
©OJThorpe blog

Comments

  1. Unknown4 July 2017 at 22:42

    Well done bro. More grease to your elbow bro

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  2. Spectrum Consults5 July 2017 at 17:20

    Interesting.................this is truly an eye-opener................the world is waiting for you.

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