Aqua

His love kicked a bucket

His smiles began to elope gradually from his cheekbones

His hands took the shape of a withered flower

Little by little

She wasn’t sure why

She couldn’t tell why

Why he grew cold feet

All of a sudden

Why his pick up lines began to keep a distance from her amusement

What went wrong?

What could possibly go wrong?

Who or what pressed the wrong button

Or was it because she told him

But it was based on request

Was it because she told him,

Told him she was Akwa Ibom