Hello From the Other SideHello from the other sideHello From the Other Side by Mabogunje
I've thought of you a thousand times
And I'll not say something brand new
Nor repeat again that I miss you
My heart demands, and so I say
Listen, I'll be here, till you someday
Are willing to say hello back
Progress?So I wake up this morningProgress? by Mabogunje
And I think I ought to write
The problem is I’m not so sure
’bout the direction of my life
Things seem to be going well
But that’s just what it is
I don’t know whether time will tell
Or that’s just what it is
Am I happy? That’s the question
There’s a bit of malcontent
Most days go by too quickly
To be caught, before they went
Suddenly, I’m just straight cruising
And it feels a bit unfair
Cause I’ve done nothing to earn this role
And yet, look at, I’m here
Something Like SexSummerSomething Like Sex by Mabogunje
Sweating, Panting... Exhausting
Live it. Love it. Enjoy it
Sultry Urges. Mood Music. Excitement. Rest...
NaijEnglish NamesThere is...NaijEnglish Names by Mabogunje
Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and Thursday and Friday and Sat...
Yes, all days of the week.
And though all are words that are taken from English
Few sound quite the same in Nigerian-speak
Like Patience and Grace, Gift and Harmony
These names are by turns stretched at length or made swift
And none can ignore, the abject hilarity
When letters are dropped or replaced tongue in cheek
As Feter and Faul, for Peter and Paul
Have made laughter rain for many a decade
No different from 'eren, or 'ahrold, or 'ope
A meddling with "Heich", some invariably make
To call into question, correct pronunciation
Is indeed to make a grievous mistake
For NaijEnglish names, are without exception
Unique in the way they are lacking of grace.
The Lady ContortionistI once knew a lady contortionistThe Lady Contortionist by shelleypalmer
Who got stiffer as she got older.
She got locked in position
And called a physician
As she could only look over her shoulder.
Her legs were akimbo, disjointed
Her arms bade her body goodbye.
Her nose squashed right in
To the dent of her chin,
And her vision was lost in one eye!
Her stomach found refuge in quite a strange place
Not telling you exactly where.
But suffice to say,
She quite rued the day
That she’d failed to remove all the hair!
Her lungs soon collapsed in submission
And breathing became quite a chore.
And I know it’s far-fetched
But her buttocks had stretched
And draped messily on the floor!
Her doctor called in a Knot Expert
Who examined her body with pity.
His brain then he wracked
But restored her intact,
Apart from her tattooed left titty!