Hit me with your best shot – Be a woman

 

Hit me with your best shot.

Proof yourself to be a woman.

A woman worthy to be a host,

a woman strong enough to be a pillar.

 

I search not for a buddy,

if you think of yourself

better  then proof it.

Home alone…your feet up,

a pool of scattered clothes,

you are no better than me.

Off to the market…

back with ……….

you’ve prove yourself unworthy.

our babies hunger and thirst

you turn and toss.

you are  have no proof

that you are a woman.

Sitting on the mud stool

with no care in the world

you are my rival;

you are no woman

 

For you are of no use,

you are not worthy

of the title bestowed on

women, mothers, wives

 

So tighten up,

move your enormous behind

off the dirty mud stool.

Bend your straight spin

and make the earth sparkle.

Marry the palm tree branch

with the hard floor of the mud hut;

let the dust rise to the sky.

Let the fire wood crack

under the earthen pot of soup.

Let the aroma of your delicacy

make the flies dance the atilogue dance.

Bend your lock knees

and say a plead for my wellbeing.

 

Then will you have proved yourself.

Then will the money I give not

burn a hole in your bra.

Then will your head find a restful place

in the hollow of my chest.

Then will the sound of my heart beat

not block your delicate ears.

Then will the melody of your children

calling you Maami, make your heart swell.

Then will the sound of my voice, calling

Ayaami make you hide a smile like a young maiden.

Then will you find pleasure in my steady thrust.

 

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HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT – BE A MAN

Hit me with your best shot.

Proof yourself to be a man.

A man worthy of a third leg.

A man strong enough to pull his weight.

 

I need no rival,

if you think yourself better,

then prove it.

Farming…back home

with an empty basket,

you are no better than me.

Hunting …back with

an empty trap,

you are  have no proof

that you are a man.

Laying on the worn mat

with no source of income,

you are my rival;

you are no man

 

For you are of no use,

you are not worthy

of the title bestowed on

men, fathers, husbands.

 

So buckle up.

Move your sagging body

off the tattered mat.

Go look for a source of income

and be back with the confidence of a man.

Then will you have proved yourself.

Then will the food I put on the table

by pass your wind pipe and enter your throat.

Then will you find honey in hollow of my breast.

Then will the sound of your children

calling you baami, gladden your heart.

Then will the sound of my voice, calling

olowo orimi make you smile with pride.

Then will you find rest between my legs.

 

JULY

Month-July1

Number 7

Perfect as fit

Peaceful as sleep

Precious as gem

Pretty as JULY

 

The month of perfection.

Catch the bliss,

feel the breeze,

tan in the sunshine,

dance in the rain.

 

Let July make you Jolly.

Let July get you Justice.

Let July bring you Joy.

 

May July be

all you desire

It to be.