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“Lest thou give thine honour unto others, and thy years to the cruel;”

                                                                   – Proverbs 5:9 (K.J.V)

Young and virile like a true African male

Endowed with a body so fine

Fine enough to make girls thing of caressing

A body chiselled to perfection

The male model of the nation

The perfect stud muffin

Last month made her sixty

Once a stunning beauty

Who wallowed in abject poverty

Before joining a fraternity

That overshadowed her sanity

And increased her vanity

For two score years

She seduced young male adults

Making money was her only business

Not by going to an office

On early weekdays

But by seducing men’s destinies

As required by the marine goddess

She remembered vividly

How she had agreed to every condition foolishly

And for the rest of the day after began to tarry

You’ll have money and be rich

Like the sand on the beach

Till you’re hauled down a six foot ditch

That fateful night

She felt her hairs bite

She clenched her fists tight

Her naked body shivered

The fasting made her tired

But at midnight she became strengthened

In the large room

Enveloped by reddish fume

Waiting for the time to come

All dressed in nightgowns

As thy welcomed the goddess

To finalize the initiation rites

Soon she was asked to close her eyes

As she began to hear strange cries

And felt like Miriam listening to Moses

Fear soon took over her

As she felt like running to somewhere far

Anywhere even near a star

An hour ago

She admired the antique radio

While recollecting her childhood in Togo

Later she stood alone

Surrounded by seventy women kneeling

Engaged in a mysterious humming

Now with her eyes open

The evening wind gently blowing

And the seventy women singing

She saw herself in an ocean

With a strange woman towards her swimming

And suddenly her crotch kissing

You will never marry

Seducing young men is the key

To immense wealth as you would soon see

She soon lost count

Of men who had caressed her cunt

And ended up like a crust

She had never known love

As she was always on the move

For money she desired to have

So many men

Some married to women

Some in tertiary institutions

About writing exams

Soon roaming the major roads

Due to mysterious madness

Inexplicable by medical science

And ultimately to their deaths

She soon met him

In a cinema, watching a film

Captivated by his countenance so calm

They got to know each other

Even as the weather became cooler

And passion swelled up in her like wild fire

The days turned to weeks

As she sat in the zoo watching birds’ beaks

And thought of the fishermen by the creeks

She suddenly disliked money

And thought of her new solace lovely

And how fast she sat with him and saw a movie

Although she presently lacked beauty

She believed losing him would be a terrible malarkey

And to unlock her joy was the key

Her money dwindled

As if she had been swindled

Her love for him daily rekindled

They were passionate about each other

As if it were a love spell which they were under

While the young man saw her as his second mother

He agreed with her decision not to copulate

While she sometimes shuddered at her fate

And maybe the goddess hate

Come what may

Either on a rainy or sunny day

In a penthouse or house made of clay

She would never ‘sacrifice’ him

No matter the sum

Because she was now his mum

He was now her cougar

That understood her

And with whom she’ll be with forever

About the author


Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.