From Greatness Too Is Meant for You, an unpublished 2014 manuscript by Adetimilehin Inioluwa Victor (Vic’Adex). Lightly edited for grammar while preserving the original voice.

She used to be my sun
With eyes that sparkles
Smiles that dazzled,
Awelewa of golden beauty

Aponbepore of curious novelty
Asake, desiring of tender pampering
She was a goddess
Ravishing in goodness

Radiant with passion
She was an epitome
Of indescribable loveliness
She basked in insatiable wonder,

The perfect work of the Artist
Of the greatest Artist there is
But it is no tale of passion.
Now she’s but a taunting hatred

An escaped flaunting gazelle
A walking killing poison
Like a yellow beauty striped with black
Looking delicate and easy on the eye

A beautiful but stinging bee
Amour please be still
And cupid, do hold your peace
Hold your dart, recoil your bow

Did I beg for love?
Before you cursed me with it
If you twitch I will bury you in a pit
Hormones be careful

Heart! Stop being a fool
Brain, stop being a mule.
My eyes are empty of tears
My heart is empty of love

It is frozen, beyond repair: broken
She was no Cinderella
I was naive, I made a blunder
But it’s gone; it is all over.

I’m now the exception to love
A radio with broken antennae
They all lied, this kind of love isn’t real
I wish I could have selective amnesia

Bore and burn you out,
Out with the memories, with the thought
I’m riddled to the brink of insanity
Driven to the edge of barbarity

All for love with no clarity
Love isn’t real, love is evil
It is a cancer, it is a cell: sickle
Between the devil and the sea: It is middle

Editor’s note: First drafted in the early Vic’Adex voice and preserved here as part of the Words on Rampage archive.