Vibe: Mid-tempo Afro-Soul (Smooth bassline, mellow saxophone, and a rhythmic "shaker" that feels like a heartbeat)
(Verse 1)
I’m back in Mujahid, chalk dust on my hands
Teaching the kids, but you were the one who understood the plans.
The way you’d walk in, a quiet storm of grace
Changing the atoms and the oxygen inside that place.
You’d press a sweet against my lips, a sugar-coated sign
A secret language spoken while the world was doing fine.
And I remember your grandma’s window, the wood against our backs
Discussing life until the sky turned blue to shades of black.
(Pre-Chorus)
It wasn't just a crush, it was a blooming daffodil
Growing in the cracks of time, standing perfectly still.
I knew the secret code to make your dimples start to show
A genuine light that only a soulmate could ever know.
And oh, that palm oil stew—rice and beans upon the plate
Tasted like a destiny that didn’t care for fate.
(Chorus)
Abake, you’re the phenomenon I can’t explain
A natural love that’s flowing like the August rain.
A—Always the one who truly knew my heart,
B—Beautiful even when we’re worlds apart,
K—Kept in a place where the endings never start.
It’s deeper than a ring, it’s further than a vow
I loved you then, Abake, and I cherish you right now.
(Verse 2)
Now you’re a Mrs. in a house I’ll never call my own
A different name, a different life, a seed that’s differently grown.
But I know when the room gets quiet and the night is getting cold
You remember the light hugs and the stories that we told.
I feel your longing in the breeze, a silent, silver thread
Connecting every word we spoke and those we left unsaid.
A gentle kiss to your cheeks, the ghost of it remains
Running through my memory like blood inside my veins.
(Bridge)
(Music swells—The saxophone gets more intense)
Like a purple hyacinth, our love is rare and deep
A treasure in a locked room that both of us still keep.
It’s a natural law, like the gravity, like the tide
You don’t have to be beside me to be living deep inside.
We’re a miracle of timing, a masterpiece of "almost"
But I’ll love the girl from Mujahid more than any living ghost!
(Chorus)
Abake, you’re the phenomenon I can’t explain
A natural love that’s flowing like the August rain.
A—Always the one who truly knew my heart,
B—Beautiful even when we’re worlds apart,
K—Kept in a place where the endings never start.
It’s deeper than a ring, it’s further than a vow
I loved you then, Abake, and I cherish you right now.
(Outro)
(Slow fade with a gentle Afro-beat)
No bitterness, just beauty...
Keep smiling for me, ABK.
Every time you remember, just know I’m remembering too.
A-B-K... my Abake.
(Final saxophone note lingers)
