Forgive Me!

Enticed by her honeycomb,

I copulated with our social system

entered deep into her and poured it all.

Thousands of potentials I lost

all on the Deliliah’s bed

once I swore would I taste

until I became a regular customer

with no desire of returning back.

Yes! Call me a jilter

you can even paint me as a faker

for every sweet promises made to Yarinya

were diluted; tasting her succulent national cake & butter

I now became the plantain eater

whose lips can speak truth no longer

call me that politician

Ajepako, now ajebutter

that writer who no longer attack the matter

for I’m now recipient of awards by the evil master.