Showing posts with label Poetry.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry.. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Repping Naija Jamz

Holla!

I am unapologetically big on Naija Pop. The 'Naija Jamz' Playlist on my iTouch is on shuffle/repeat, like right now at work. No matter where I am, ( I'm back to the US of A) I try my best to be current/critical/appreciative about what's popping in Naija. Scratch! I composed these stanzas after remixing MI and Naeto C's songs during my lunch break. Not remix per se, I added some jara and 'twisted' some lines, if you are familiar with MI's Safe, Teaser, Short Black Boy, Anoti and Naeto C's Ringtone and This is what I do.

PS: If you don't know MI, shegay!!! Something dey do that guy

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MI is not just chilling in my belly,
cos that is Naija Hip-Pop speaking.
.
That short black boy
makes me go loko,
when I listen to his voco.
Isn't that the koko?
.
Claiming to be looking for diva,
with some bakassi pennisula,
cos he is a cute bootay squeezer
Does he need someone's data?
.
Who is cool like a freezer
and can make you perspire,
like you on fire.
Look at her he-re.
.
Sit on her,
like you do on Naija's rap messiah,
and I dare you to delete her.


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Don't push my button,
Don't turn it on.
Cos I ain't got no ringtone.
.
Should I check up on you?
and put it on you.
Wetin I go do?
This is what I do.
Naeto Chukwu.

My Bonus/Jara/Fisi.

Effing Amber posing for Complex





Je t'embrasse

Monday, July 20, 2009

Stimulator 101

You know what they say about the first time.
After much encouragement from friends,
We decided to make it a foursome; trois femmes et un garçon.
I waited for that 15-second ectasy-filled moment to come.
I liked the teaser.
My heart began to beat faster...and faster.

But your sudden vibration triggered my anxiety hormones.
Then, you rocked me back and forth.
I held on tight to my straps but my legs dangled below.
Some parts of my body thought of my decision,
other simply enjoyed the sensation.
Your strength was [obviously] metallic.
With a hump, you gave me head/
ache, which I felt in my heart.

How was supposed to know that I should have opened my eyes?
I preferred them close.
Because I didnt want to be guilty of my possibly ill-fated risk.
When we got to the much-awaited and suddenly-dreaded climax.
You took me through the twists and turns.
They were definitely adventurous positions.
You sexy bastard!
Wow! I enjoyed you
Albeit, you finished me.
It was definitely a roller-coaster of emotions.
I should have waited till I reached 20/
years have passed since I felt this way

J'aime toi beaucoup, Bizarro!
I definitely want to ride you again in the morrow.

P.S.: The hint to this poem is the update to the P.S. in my last post

What am I doing now?
Dulling at Work