Shey Faaji Lo
Ayaba, Let's go to Oniru beach
Where I can be your man, and you my ,
With the waters splashing on our feet,
Ayaba Let's ensure boredom suffers defeat;
While the palm fronds clap and whistle around,
And the ambiance of paradise abound,
We fit take time chop some jollof rice,
Fried tolo tolo overdosed with spice;
African queen is what the JBL is playing,
But we ain't listening to what it's saying
For our hearts are singing a song more melodious
So beautiful that even tubaba go dey jealous;
Ayaba, you may been from the clan of yemojas,
Thou with the nicest curve and the baddest ass.
Dey with me as I stroke the length of African afro,
Cos I dey feel like say I don dey drunk with your shayo!
Niggyraslife the poet #2025
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