I sat amidst the gossiping winds
Reading the dailies
Sweet voices come calling
From a distance, ‘Oyin ladun osan’
(The orange’s sweetness is honey)
Gripped within by unseen compassion
I forced my focus
On the loss Super Eagles gained
Brother, shey e’era osan?
(Brother, will you buy oranges?)
Lifted my eyes to see
The young girl
Chai! Beautiful lady
Her long skirt is keeping malice
With her knees
Sighted her smile!
God! She has what she sells!
Damn! Well displayed wares..
Her oranges were ripe and firm!
How old are you, young lady?
I am just 16!
Come, let me show you my living room
Give me 20 oranges
Follow me. Your pay is inside….
This led to that
That led to that!
Her name was Ajoke
She’s sixteen but I was sure
I’d find her an express way!
Showed her my bed
Made her sit on it!
Gave her mixed juices
My plan must fetch me some sex!
Brother, where is my pay?
Oh baby! Don’t worry, just lay!
Yawns overlapping yawns
Orange girl is tipsy, she’s sleepy!
Orange girl all to myself
Weak ‘please!’ but now I’m deaf!
Stripping mode completed
Mission on the go!
Withdrew my whipper from it hiding place
So I geared in at eager pace!
Groans. Hmm, she loved it!
But I am stuck. Oh! She is tight!
Orange girl is bleeding!
Express way is a narrow path!
Oh! What I’ve I done?
I deflowered a ‘slut’!
Don’t blame me!
Please don’t, I just wanted some fun
And she came lusting around
At the same time
Written by: Adedayo Adeyemi Agarau
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
3 thoughts on “OMO OLOSAN 1”
Reblogged this on dacurest.
cos mr presiden gave tham room to make their name….