In Soweto’s warmth, love found its home,
A cacophony of tradition, barriers to roam.
She, my heart’s compass, in passion’s prime,
Her memory dances through the corridors of time.
Years may pass, but her essence remains,
In every heartbeat, in life’s refrains.
Bound by customs, a love so true,
Yet tradition stood tall, a formidable view.
Soweto’s streets witnessed our tender grace,
But norms and rules held us in their embrace.
She, a beacon of light in shadowed nights,
Forever etched in my soul’s delight.
Her laughter echoes in the winds that blow,
A love forbidden, yet it continues to glow.
Memories linger, a bittersweet blend,
Of a love that transcends what customs defend.
In solitude, I dwell on moments divine,
Her essence, a melody in my heart’s design.
Soweto love, a treasure untold,
A story of passion, tradition’s stronghold.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 