How can a child mother a child?
A girl your age flaunts her breathe in the dazzling emotions of “boju boju ”
A backup singer placing her palms together, throwing her feet in the surronding echoes launched at”ten ten”
I wonder why tradition feeds you with this imprompt nostagalia, putting a quick strike to the memories of your adolesence.
What does it take you for?
A chore condoled with a steep bribe, we have heard that a woman’s wedding night is a treasure she’s nestling to be hatched on the beddings of desire
I wonder what a girl knows about being a wife.
I wonder what a 13 year old can utter at submission
So I hear Alhaji musa is older than your father, the courtyards of his house filled with women to bear him children till he wrinkles
I wonder if he looks at you with eyes roaming with love for a wife or a child. All he does is break the small font here between your legs, unoticed and left open
I wonder how I can take off this reality left on your shoulder.
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