Kojoni

So I ask, should your senses be excited? Why the question? Well... I sought after and got turned down by a mungu. And her reason? . "I haven't fallen in love with you". The weaver's woe has worked on her I guess. Purpose has been displaced and now you've turned to Rosalinda, Esmeralda and "Cuando Sias Mia" for inspiration. Isn't that love as fleeting as the feeling that fed it? Doesn't it botch up your colorful warps? Masaki has stricken you damn good, my dear. Well, I better stock my belly with butterflies the next time. Okay okay. I've moved on. Words Masaki - According to African Mythology, a Hausa spirit that inflicts weavers with occupational ailments. In this case its the sensual spirit (personified) that inflicts her with an earthly desire of love. Mungu - Goddess(swahili)

"Do you like it here?" Quit asking me that okay. My continent, my country, and my skin don't rhyme with hell. Have you heard? ( gripping my right ear ) Your petty prejudices don't impress me nor my spirits. When are you going to grow up? The only thing that separates us is your weird weather and five hours.  Everything else is man-made or made of bread. Honestly, your sense of humor deserves a slap when you keep asking me that.  Drop those glasses keeping you short-sighted and tear down that misrepresented picture of the world behind your bedroom door. I don't appreciate you laughing at my accent either. I'm African and a proud one. Tenk you! Now let's go get some chinese at Long Garden. Smh..

Is it okay? To shave my life Don't laugh, you heard no northern howler I mean to apply the barbers' knife And make space for growth on my scalp Is it okay? Is it okay? To love a lady without proposing Am I not doing that anyway? With the bouquets and the bourgeois gifts Do I have to bruise my knees? And pick my heart to ask her? Is it okay? To drown in my sleep today And be awoken by reality's breath. Just on time to repeat boredom. I thought "early to rise" meant more silver I guess its not that simple. Words pick - to steal or rob of a possession (in this case self-love). bourgeois - member of the middle class.

Bring your lips They look soo raspberry red Splurged with nature's own palette Don't form shy jaree. Chop keez! My intentions are verified He's the past and us, the future Let's begin the merge my malkia Allay your fears my queen Oya chop keez! The harmattan is getting worse Your morbid midomo need healing I can't bear it no more Just lean in much closer Chop keez! Okay okay! So you're hesitant abi? Just close your eyes I've got a surprise in hand Ahhh! The keez jus laaand!

Oh Stahp! I don't know you at all. Now you think you might have feelings? Okay let's think this through. Is it because I text you often? How can you love me so soon? My heart is tender ooo. More fragile than my own afro Oh Stahp! So are you as caring as you claim? Or its just because your bed needs warming? Even if it Fahrenheit freezes over, I don't care. Is it really the way to your hungry heart? The plastic packs of pilau and chicken. Or its my melo melodies from Dar-es-Salaam Don't push it, I'm taken.