INFIDELITY Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI


It feels good, nevertheless 

Its difference with stealing?

Not much really but striking 

You steal what you don't have 

More of the character of stealing 

Let the exceptions live in their world 

The infidel steals what it has 

Even what they've abundantly 


But the after taste is unforgeting 

It exposes the vanity of everything 

Why did I do this?

But the regrets are so temporary 

The power of repeat is so high 

It purges the conscience of mores 

This goes on till the mind dies 


What's good in the act that kills the mind

Won't we rather have our minds?

I've kept this question like forever 

But the answer has played absence 


The infidel lives in a world 

A world infested by their kind

The kind bereft of mind

Minds dead from repeats

Repeated purgation of regrets 

Repeated acts that bury regrets 


Consciences deprived of morals

The graveyards of minds

Minds murdered by immorality 

Immorality fed by infidelity 

But this infidelity has gained power

It has gained popularity 


Dear mind

Don't die in me

Be strong enough to live

Living to empower my sanity 

My sanity for morality

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