Of pot-holes and water filling feat
Welcomes you to the database of quarreling lives,
The Ghetto, where true hard-life lives…
You can’t survive being a mumu
Either castrated by Hemp-Indiana or marijuana
You have to learn a trade
Of gun toting or bottle breaking for survival…
I’m an omo-ghetto,
pidgin is our dialect
Wahala is our trade
Stubborn-head is our motto.
Our young girls open up
To every request for pleasure,
Our women, hardly rest
From chasing well built chests
They let males of all ages
Scavenge between at no cost
In the ghetto,
No one prospers
Education na taboo
Yet,
I still managed to write this poem!
Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Am in love with this……wahala don do!
No be small thing Oga mi