A singer once said love isn’t the game we play, be ready to stay in, in the thin and thick, in the dark and light, in the rain and the sun. It seemed I took it personal because of your charming beauty and adorable magnificience. Your pretty figure and wrestling behinds hooked my heart from the goal of life. Until then I did not know it was a scam and a deepfake!
Oh, it was the Plato’s divine madness that drove me crazy for you, Aristotle’s one soul in two bodies that convinced me, and I was obsessed with Sartre’s ‘in love, one and one is one.’ Oh God! Perhaps I disregarded Nietzsche’s opinion ‘There is always some madness in love. But there is also some reason in madness.’ Until then I haven’t realized this love was a scam and a deepfake!
The Psalmist says ‘why are you cast down my soul?’ and I say, why were you so faked my soul. I thought Bruce Lee was right when he said “Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.’ I was wrong until I realize the pretty hot and fierce flickering flame was just a siren.
I didn’t heed the siren until the drone hit me hard. I noticed red flags but Ignored them as normal relationship manorveurs but they were real, and warning to keep me safe. For it was not the case as Gandhi put it that where there is love there is life. Yet I followed Martin Luther King believing hate is too great a burden to bear. Although Sam Keen consoled me that you come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly, I still see a scam and a deepfake love on your face. And I move on happily not as your lover anymore, soulmate or darling but brethren in Christ. Indeed, a scam and a deepfake love, but Reinhold Niebuhr advised me to believe forgiveness is the final form of love.
Until then, it was a scam and a deepfake love! No wonder Plato said “At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.”
Poet S. L. A. Salvatore
April 19, 2026
The Seminarian Lamented: Us or Our Vocation!
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A young man enters closed walls full of energy,
Hope, joy and love fills his heart to the brim,
He becomes the lily that blossoms in the winter,
As innocent as a dove but promising as fattened calf.
Seminary! A battle front of study, prayer and work,
The seminarian learns to serve God’s people selflessly,
God’s people single him out as a Messiah of their time,
When his foot step on a household, ‘even the chickens revere it.’
He wonders why! What do they see in me?
Do you respect because I’m human or a Seminarian?
What if I leave the seminary gates forever?
I am just discovering my life in this journey!
He searches, he discerns and discovers his path,
Neither in the priesthood, nor in the religious life,
He breaks the chains that had entangled for years,
The seminarian flies like a butterfly to find his destiny.
The people learned of their messiah’s fall,
On arriving home, no one seeks his company,
Former respect turned to utter hatred, and denial,
The seminarian lamented, “Us or Our Vocation”!
They did not like me as I am in myself,
They only liked the seminarianness in me,
I’ll find company in alcoholism and women,
Ooh! Is it the destiny I seek? Surely No! Leave it.
I am a contemplative being and a philosopher,
Sucking truth from every vessel of liquor,
I lament zero, and embrace the globe,
Either me as I am or go after the me in an alien call.
😭The Cry of a Whore😫
Shameless, heartless, this society,
Drinking beer and blaming the bottle in fear,
Banning bhang in the day,
Enjoying it in the night,
Indeed, a bunch of Pharisees.
I am a topic to be preached in churches and Mosques,
Condemned, forsaken, and isolated,
But come night they screw my nyash with cruelty, 😭
They; politicians, and lawyers,
Who condemned me in their courtrooms and parliaments.
They; the priests and pastors,
Who sent me to hell before I die,😭
They the proletariats, businessmen,
Citizens and foreigners and all of they,
Feed on me for their pleasures because I want to live.
I’ve nothing to sell except me, 😭
No capital to trade; me and only me,
I have no option, I’m the option if I must live,
The economy doesn't think about my situation,
My wedlocked children feed on me.
Either I stay alive or die a miserable death,
Your books judged me worthy of hell if I continue,
And I say, if hell is full, put me on its roof or verandah,
For I have chosen to live, to let men prey on me,
That my children may eat, study and have a future I missed.
They prey on me so that they can condemn me,
No sane woman dreams of being a whore,
No graduate has ambition for prostitution,
This is what the society has dragged me into,
If hell is real, then this society should go before me.
If hell is framed to make me die when I can defend life,
Let your hell enter hell with the hellish propaganda,
My children will live to bear testimony to my heroism,
And if I die before they make it,
Tell them, “Mommy has tried with all her strength”!
💖Treat everyone with respect
💕Baby Come, Let’s Go!🚶🚶
We were happy, the forest knows that,
Climbing the trees of knowledge,
Harvesting all that nature could offer,
Indeed, heaven was us, was here!
We didn’t see this coming
A typhoon, a monsoon, a heavy downpour,
Sweeping every belief, every truth, every relic,
Leaving our brains without content,
Washing our minds to think the way they do!
That mighty wind, searched every treasure,
In every stone, mountain, desert, and river,
In every heart and soul; indeed, mighty,
Then came the earthquake with a hook!
So innocent as a lurking hungry hyena,
So patient as poverty-stricken beggar,
So motivating as an upcoming millionaire,
Comforting with a promise non-existing.
A text that pounded hearts,
Words that shook souls,
And fantasies no mind could falsify,
We gave up, we surrendered our very souls.
We gave up our souls with water on our heads,
Exchanging our calm for the turbulence,
Turbulence that forever enslaved us,
And we end up defending such turbulence, such illusion!
We have sunk Babe, sunk deep into illusion,
They, our masters, left it to us,
Fantasies, illusions, and unfathomed end,
Yet Babe, we are here, no option!
Come then my Babe! Let’s go,
“Where do we go my dear Simon?” I know, you’ll ask,
Ihure come let’s go, join Salvatore in the darkness😢,
Monitor this universe from the ancestral world!
They are waiting for us, for the turbulence to pass,
OMG! it’s not passing, Babe it’s not finishing,
We’ve a second to regain control of our souls,
Lochuluk, Fariang and Salvatore are waiting for us!
Come Babe Let’s Go Home!💖
The Tears of a Seminarian
They roll down, on your cheeks,
The burden he carries, the journey he takes,
The insults he will have to endure,
The gossips he has to hear in absentia.
"You are wasting time," a knife to his heart,
A phrase that proceeds from his very friends,
"Go and marry" a sword to his energy,
Words emanating from his very family.
"You are pretending to be holy" a demon to his journey,
The language of his colleagues and friends,
"Come on bae, make up for me," a threat to his vocation,
The whispers of his crush to his very ears.
Night comes, day comes, rain comes, sunshine comes,
And he has to pray, study and work.
Frustration follows his daily schedule,
He loses hope, yet has to give hope to others.
He lives a paradoxical life, a contradiction and misery,
In the day, he smiles to give hope to the sorrowing,
In the night, he weeps before the God who called him,
He cries, cries and cries — tears nobody knows.
"You are a failure," shouts of scorn when sent home,
Stigma frowns on him, no more fun and company,
The seminarian has to begin a second miserable life,
He has to grow above scorn, insults and social stigma.
The Seminarian! He clings to one bond,
A link which keeps him going.
The Seminarian hopes in God, he pours all on Him,
His tears in the night, gossips, insults are erased by God.
God makes the Seminarian wake up,
Assures him of the tough day, miserable apostolate,
Assures him of His support, grace and guiding Spirit,
Thus, the Seminarian moves on, only with God's aid.
I Saw A Wife, She Perceived a Fool
At a glance, I saw her,
At once, my heart "Odoyoo tiliï"
She wasn't beautiful, but substantial,
Nadai was more than beauty.
In her, I saw a wife material,
Her chest, face and steps walked my talk,
I could imagine the "Ngolom" I hated,
Nadai was no ordinary Lokofiari cutie.
Yet, poor me was like spirit for Nadai,
She greets with sarcasm, laughs with irony,
Nadai!! Daidaï! I'm also Lodai dear Nadai,
Don't you see I'm salivating for you?
Not because of "Nagere," but you,
You see me, you pass by me,
With your "Lurang-lurang" from the back,
Come on, bae, see me and hug me.
David was the man after God's own heart,
You are the lady after my own heart,
But you keep seeing a fool—Nanyïo ilibo?
I'm the only serious candidate of your heart.
If need be, I'm prepared for the interview,
Just to win your heart,
Your future,
And your totality.
Nedaya lofe iji, ech — ibowongo tohoda
The Wrong Verses You Preach
The walls learned about me through you,
The winds longed to see that me,
The me you’ve preached with empty verses,
Inverting me become your source of joy!
Wrong! Wrong baby, you got that wrong,
I’m more than a verse to explain,
Beyond the chapter you expound,
I’m what you cannot comprehend!
I can tear your heavens in halves,
I can erase your story in a second,
I can give you a curdle you’ll never forget,
I can build you an empire in my heart.
But I just want the heavens to know this,
The hell to now cease from consuming emptiness,
The devil in you to faint at my virtue,
Because y’all got it wrong making me a verse!
