Voom, Voom, Voom Written By Bunmi Darling

Voom, voom, voom, so it runs in the road… Voom, voom, voom, a noise in the dark… Pu, pu, pu, a turbulence in the air… Voom, voom, voom, it occurred to me, it’s a moving car…
Voom into the night, the night rider stopped just where my window was…

I looked out with a justle, the still in voom, voom, voom,
the lights on, however, I could not find the driver of
voom, voom, voom… I panicked into the waiting night,
hoping to see an image of voom, voom, voom. “Oh my god”,
I exclaimed, there is an invisible driver, driving the car,
or are my eyes playing tricks on me… Ever since my
delicate eyes, changed from hazel to midnight blue, I have
had miraculous seeing, from my midnight blue eyes… Surely,
I am not insane or has the ganja blinded my eyes for the
umpteenth time…

Suddenly, the door of a car opened, I still could not see
who  the driver of voom, voom, was, but I saw a frame, what
is that, I asked my mind? My mind went blank on a 90% triangle.
.. I am in shocked, right in front of my eyes is a frame,
“oh, hold on”, still trying to make out what the frame of the
voom, voom, voom was. My face, pressed on the glass window
in front of me, I had to do that, should in – case it’s the
ganja effect, playing tricks on me again. I honestly do not
smoke ganja, I only inhale…

I took a good look, it wasn’t a frame, after all, it was a man,
tall, light, he had no color, just the color of the natural
light of the heavens… I looked closer, the gold colored man
was changing into a different color, but it was a color I
loved… I smiled, took a step back from the window, and it
occurred to me, it was my brother. I lost him long time ago,
to the sound of voom, voom, voom…

My brother happens to be me. A reflection of the golden child…
I rushed downstairs, we touched, and I found me, and we became
one to the sound of VOOM, VOOM, VOOM…