Esther, a name like a whispered prayer,
A fleeting glimpse, a captured moment rare.
Olajide, with lens and hopeful eye,
Found more than a photo beneath the sky.
He sought to master light and shade,
But in her smile, a new world was made.
Her laugh, a melody, soft and low,
A mutual spark, a sudden, fiery glow.
But shadows fall where hope takes root,
A wicked tongue, a bitter fruit.
Their boss, a serpent, sly and cold,
A treacherous tale, a lie was told.
"A philanderer," the poison flowed,
A heavy burden, a crushing load.
Her trust was shattered, a fragile pane,
And what could have been was washed with rain.
They stayed as friends, a fragile thread,
With silent words and things unsaid.
A casual call, a knowing text,
The what-ifs lingering, what's next?
He tried to prove his heart was true,
But doubt's dark veil obscured the view.
Until one day, by chance or fate,
They met again, outside the gate.
Oshodi's chaos, a vibrant hum,
Where future's whispers and pasts become.
Amid the crowds, their eyes connect,
A bridge of longing, no longer wrecked.
The lie unraveled, the truth stood clear,
Dispelling all the doubt and fear.
And there, in a world of frantic pace,
They found their love, in time and space.
A new beginning, a love reborn,
From shattered pieces, a brand new morn.
Their story now, a testament to time,
A love that's patient, strong, and truly prime.
Esther and Olajide, hand in hand,
A new love story, across the land.
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