Here’s a poem by my lil sis on the foremost female hostel 4 Obafemi Awolowo University freshers,hope it makes a nice read.
MOZAMBIQUE
Whr d grasses make u feel like u’r in a cornfield
And d disarray of buckets give u d feeling of a battlefied
Gbabe, we’r nt d descendants of Scoffield
but we go surely breakout of moz
we dnt need d wizard of Oz
Mozambique
whr d constant power supply still leaves d BUTTERY witout cold drinks
And u feel like u shud batter dem wen dey say ” NO cHANGE” buh itz all in my drims
MOzambique
whr derz d lingering smell of GUTTER in d air
And i wonder Y life is so unfair
buh den dis is jx a stage
And i wish i cud turn dis page
But dis are nt d words of a sage
MOZambique
whr der is alweiz a rush 4 water
even wen ders a full tank and i wonder
why dey continue 2 hoard it
Y are dis people so selfish and greedy?
Den u rememba dey comprise of people 4rm IB, ABUJA and LASGIDI
MOZambique
whr dem pretty girls still shot Put
And dey cum out d next minute nd form TUSH
WherE u wash and hang ur clothes on d LINE
And hours later ur amazement cannot be defined
Damn! dia hands are truly DIVINE
Their hands are swift and dey go forward without rewind
Yea dats MOZambique QUEENS
To stay awake and fetch water we no need caffeine
buh we still give our clothes to SE N FO SO to dry clean
MOZambique QUEENS, cash machines
But we no fit buy jelly beans
we so lean and mean
but we fit burst ur spleen wit our mouth
MOZAMBIQUE QUEENS
24/05/2013
Hay_ch M