In Jaja Hall's courtyard, I saw her radiance,
A vision in yellow, like the sun breaking through the harmattan haze.
Her laughter echoed, a warm hum that filled the air,
Drowning out the constant noise of generators.

I didn't believe in love at first sight,
Not in a city where even electricity was unreliable.
But there she was, redefining my doubts,
With every flip of her braids, my heart skipped a beat.

We shared suya under the stars, our fingers intertwined,
Her lips glistening with palm oil, her eyes sparkling with promise.
I thought I knew the taste of happiness then,
Unaware of the complexities that would soon unfold.

We danced at the Faculty of Arts' basement party,
Lost in the rhythm of Wizkid's beats, our bodies swaying to the music.
I whispered "I love you" into her ear,
She smiled, but her eyes held secrets, like the city's hidden corners.

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