Something dey inside my mama food No be lie. The taste and aroma na die, You fit go London come back nothing like am Or America sef, chai na wire. Something dey inside my mama Read More
Apr 152013
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Jul 112012
I took up my cutlass then put it in its shield and hung it on my shoulder while it strapped down touching my left buttock. I hung my bow on my back. I had my Read More
Aug 082011
Before my detached umbilical cord Found its final resting place Before it eventually dawned on me That my brother’s pee-pee Looked a whole lot different from mine Mama made me realize That only the best Read More