Tales Of A Wife: Efik Virgin
The Efik virgin of Akwa Ibom?
That got me screaming
♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ !!!
Like a goddess
Of River Qua Iboe
Pure and harmless
Like fire-flies
When she smiles
♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ
I scream
Call me an unwise trader,
Hey mr. soldier
Her bullets for her offences I’ll trade
You might need a shade
She’s always frightened
By a mere handshake
She’s that wish
To always make
Tasty as cake
I’ll always take
Other than her
Is but a fake
Definitely
The only fish in a lake
’tis a love more than love
Funny, her cologne
Makes a dead man inhale
She has this power
Of saints and sinners
Jesus proud,
Saying ‘I made her so’
Did I mention she’s…….
An African Aphrodite
Dark and sweet
Pretty and perfect:
Her front and behind
So irresistible,
Shall be a sinner:
A temptation to commit
Let heavens fall:
♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ ♍Ɣ!! I scream,
In a nut shell, she’s but poetic…
By Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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Unintentional Existence: Life is but a vial
Life is so fast running
And short as an afternoon.
I shall so miss earth
Whэnever I give-up the ghost.
The true villages,
Technologies, beautiful cities
Foods and fruits
Hot Ladies and romance
Cold Beer for fun
Music and dance
My family and friends
I shall so miss earth ωhэn am gone.
Єνєяу stage on earth
Is a challenge
One after another
The struggle continues
Jealousy is inherent
Hatred is born
Love is alive
But never comes easy
Wishes are dreams
Dreams are not wishes
I seize to wish
But get hold of the small bottle
Before someone breaks it
Mehn!! “fuck it”
Babies yesterday,
Grandparents today
Patiently microbes wait
For ℓιƒє is but a vial
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