Orange Hawker
Ike Anya
Large round tray delicately
Balanced on slender neck
Budding breasts thrust out
In defiance of lusty stares
Snake-like hips swaying
In rhythmic abandon
A subtle invitation sent
Softer, yet louder than your cry
"Orange, swee...t ora...ange "
Just Doodling
Ayo Daniel
Monday night; too tired to think
Tuesday night's just another night
Wednesday night, I'm counting days
Thursday night; I just can 't wait
Friday night, you're here at last
Saturday night, its all night long
Sunday night... damn you, tomorrow is Monday
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Do Come Back
Oluwole Kehinde 1999
Of pretty starry nights
your twinkling eyes remind
When in my arms you lie
and dream of life so bright.
Like hands of many masseurs
sound of your gentle answers
Kneads my soul for hours
leave a year's glow after.
To be my only harness
I wish ofyour caress.
Takes away the dryness
Gives me so much gladness.
That we never might part
ofGod I always ask
Please love, do come back
break not my poor heart.
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