Tuesday 8 August 2017

Beauty's Badluck


Of all good professions, Beauty had none
Of all bad professions, Beauty chose prostitution
Of all rich customers, Beauty got no man
Her luck chose a lowlife white American

Mark was a banker who lost his job
Because of notorious life with girls from club
All the girls disappeared
Only Beauty took him in, Mark in bed

Beauty’s colleagues drove great cars
Travel abroad, look fresh, and walk with class
They live in highbrow Lagos area
But Beauty, thin as twig, lived in our dirty area

Come To Me My Lover


Come to me my lover
Why did you leave me?
Come let me show you my new style
My new bedmatics
Come to me my lover
I have always known you will
You will come back to me

I was frustrated being called a
Prostitute; big business but not making it
I hopped from club to club
Seeking to land a better deal from customers
All night sex, all night work, everyday
While you smoke marijuana, read fat novels
Eat and lounge at home all day, all week