Friday, 21 April 2017


Fine girl from the typical topography of Osun
With her every successful beauty parade, her
Beauty was not the typical version.
Like Porkuwa, she was easy on the eyes of 
Anything male.
Every lip adored the deep dimple she possessed
Captivating smile left her with too many girl problems
Abake, come and eat!
The favored child, the gods had freely given
Or so was thought.

A full fleshed woman with buoyant features
Oh! A big girl she had become.
Daddy’s girl, what she preferred we called her
The dimples seemed even deeper
Such a beauty that invited full pockets
One that had them in impoverishes lift her pale
But one thing rested their amorous pursuits
She did not have her heart for sale.
Abake you are not any younger!
Her big mummy had always strived to make seen this
But she did not quit chasing rainbows
She fancied her Father’s four dollar foot long
Ah! She did.

The itch on her skin brought neglect for control
In Baba’s room did she fake a sleep that night
Her very few clothes were hidden under the dark room
Clasping her thighs unceremoniously; the urge overwhelming.
Her lips so dry and starved all her life
The bend of the door handle welcomed her father.
The bulb and Baba bulged their eyeballs at her red pant
Amidst his confused state was his slow but steady erection.
Scratch my back was the voice that swallowed Baba’s heart
Her beauty needed a new definition
Her big tatas were wrestling out of her night gown
Enough was seen that night, but enough could not be said
His penis had betrayed him, Abake moaned for a Baroka experience.
His every effort at putting his thoughts together was abortive
Like a beast did he tear her clothes, with immediacy did he become blind.
He nonetheless located her well kept chambers
Like the mating of grasshoppers, she put a big knife into his chest after rounds
A reward for killing his wife, a nemesis he did not deem inevitable.
A curse he brought upon his household
A curse he had forever called a Banbury tale of cock and bull
Never to be a Chief with your wife’s blood, but there is
Still that fool.