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A thing that I want Something I rater need Everything that I see Is all I already have It was time to be greedy And now it is to be content   Thank God I found you Frivolous, yet well able No matter what they do You make life so simple Maybe it’s not yet my season Because my woes aren’t ceasing   Do you really think it’s time, To be satisfied with what achieved? Isn’t it better to do more, Than chewing the tuber raw? See yesterday dying Tomorrow welcomes you by crying   Nothing shall ever be free Even the fig tree Begs for water but for a fee It’s no time to be greedy Doesn’t mean don’t be ready But you too deserve a lifestyle It’s either now or later

This is an episode, Of women in sorrow. If you can today decode, Wait not for tomorrow. Even though I’m now tamed, What I do isn’t my will. They had my belly all drained, And I’m trying to refill.   Confess! and I confessed. Only repeat what we said, “I AM A WITCH” Else they amputate me. A statement which, I have failed to retweet.   But does it make any sense? If one cannot afford Samsung Why not go for Hisense? Even if I were a weak witch Wouldn’t I at night switch Into the bat that sung?   Keeping me in a WITCH CAMP, With my fate all clamped, Doesn’t hurt me at all. Yet those free and criticizing, Are the wizards after all. Were we to be witches, wouldn’t we flee at night?

You don’t need to get me too Bcos you know, I got you For skills are far advanced There’s this school I chanced Teaching me to better my kunfu So anytime you make trouble You shouldn’t be running, running, running Just hit my console And I’ll be running to you.   I am now a soldier Make I carry you on my shoulder Because you’re stubborn I wonder If we’ll ever be together I heard you’re staying with your mother But tell her she’ll see you no longer The love I planted in your under Is making you run to me.   Last week you said to ponder Over how weak you now are Allow me to spoil your mind To make friends of no kind As you think of hugging me Anytime you freeze by the weather When the thunder sounds louder Ask your pillow if I’ll ever, Be right here running to you.

Whereas they may be called fallopian Meals prepared by the ovarian Though with no account on YouTube They house that famous tube Striving and striking through A life far from what’s true Is there anyone responsible Why the mosquito nets Who sleeps here yet to be met And as you drive along circle You forget this is your preamble The child you ignored to nurse Although she boasts her father is a nurse Won’t mom be forced To eat dust and feed me flour Did dad lie saying mom was his flower? I’m a now a nine year old But consider young Joe How long, Should mom long For an end of this street battle Seeking alms not forthcoming If only that rapist did never exist We live, sleep and beg at airport Not because we are well off   But to see what life has installed Anytime the car parks to pick mom away I see tears in her smiles each day If not for us, she wouldn’t have said yes.

Just a church is placed far from a mosque Keep your bench away from the blue kiosk It is this advise Meant to keep me from vice That makes me love your mommy And I say again, With all disdain I hate your mummy- who dumped you Lovers of their own selves As early as in their age twelves Grow up into husband helpers Child care takers And family binders Yet, your mother Dumped you rather But I blame your father Who treated her like dummy Immediately we found you This baby shall live Was my wife’s faith Ooh my lovely Judith. And this is her diary, her last word “As I donate my kidney Saving a new world Tell her I’m sorry Six years more can I live To her my life I give Train her to be bold and Godly To help finish my story”

This was in a dream Real music in my ear Which ended my nightmare Early morning FM radio reggae My first ever experience I mean   Aalaaaaajh Mu Akbar Without strings nor cymbal That elongated rhythm With somewhat recital theme Always by a male soldier Calling worshippers together Echoed from that tall building Coned at top with moon adorning   Hallelujah….. !!! I woke up this evening Tired, weary and yawning Disturbed by the drumming The sound of harps and cymbal By voices that praised their God Times I expected to see no light They called it an “All night”     Albeit I would wish To be woken up by The Holy spirit passing by With just a tap, soft voice or a hiss.

Bind me not Like a rescue knot Tie me tight With all thy might If it is well in thy sight   To preserve the soup Cast out the bad nut   Although arithmetical uncouth The two shall surely be one A stain that sticks than glue Thy will be done Since you prefer brother Dan.   Puzzled was I Wonderful to my eye How similar their differences were Both donning an African wear.  Different people, different ambitions One hard, dark and fusty stack Versus soft, white and modernly smart Occasioned by lure, lust and love at last Can be made pure, to endure and cure That canker which we want no more   Watch not only the clock But learn how it tick-tocks Study how it moves A rolling stone gathers no moss We all deserve it That quality life That   smile caused by desires achieved.