Once upon a time
I fell in love.
With a native Fulani maiden
Her name was Aisha.
A beauty to behold.
And her name was always a song on my lips.
A sweet song I sang to myself even in my dreams.
Until, Aisha invited me to her wedding.
Because, whilst I was busy dreaming of Aisha
Another man was busy saving for her bride price.
And that was how I lost Aisha.
Because, dreamers never make good lovers.
Most dreamers are not in love with you
They are in love with their dreams.
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