POETRY: IFESINACHI by Kehinde Onaopemipo A (Dee Last Born)

We were going for lunch..

It was on a Tuesday ...
Four days to our wedding...
Ifesinachi packed his car..

He decided we take a motorcycle..
So as to beat the traffic..

There was a sporadic shooting from the policemen.
He told us to come down and hide..
I insisted and told him isn't that the fast food?.
We are almost there..
"Anything for you darling" he said...
Ife (as I call him) sighed and rest his head on my back..

I thought he was just kidding me .
I collected his two hands and wrapped dem around my stomach....
"Ahan Ahan, your hands are cold.. " I said ..
"Is it the bike?, you not even strong, ajebutter like you"
He didn't even answer..
Ermm Bike, stop here...

I left his hand, and he fell off the bike...
A stray bullet already hit him..
He was gone....
I died and Re-died..
I blame myself..
He already told us to stop...

#Dee