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Awero dear,
No! Slay mama or slay queen
Is your new sobriquet, I hear.
Your obstinacy knows no twin!

Since I last wrote
Ululating your womanhood,
I have taken note
Of your romance with negritude.

This time, give ears to my sooth
And accord it some heed
Though it does you no soothe
And you think it no yield.

Out your sun creeps to the West
Your morality drains through the pores
And lo with it melts your zest
As is known, yea, of many whores.

The day you turned twenty-two
Thousand men were in your legs slain
If you ever turn eighty-two
How many more shall your mamma maim?

What shall your slay princess wear?
Sexy thongs and slaying tatters?
How shall your slay daughters hear
They’re seedlings of many fathers?

Sitting, I seethe.
Boiling, I brood.
In impatience, I writhe
Hoping you spin for good.

If you do not get this letter,
Please do notify me
That I may yet write another.
Yours in antagony!

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  1. If there’s anything i like in this poem, it is the gradual and organised progression and the fact that it addresses the pressing situation that’s been the bone to pick in the Nigerian society; the disrespect some ladies have for their gender.

    Good work Lateef

  2. Who else has noticed that this poem has a striking rhythmic pattern as well as a captivating rhyme scheme? Such a beautiful testimony of aesthetics. Keep it up!

  3. Yours is antagony…….. What an ending! Well, this work is superb, it is a sublime outlay of creativity. Keep it up, keep us reading.

  4. If there’s anything i like in this poem, it is the gradual and organised progression and the fact that it addresses the pressing situation that’s been the bone to pick in the Nigerian society; the disrespect some ladies have for their gender.

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