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She speaks with her nose opened wide
Like that of  Queen  Elizabeth the none
From the fringe of the nose
She speaks very fluently 
Chewing Queen’s language
With her head high up	
She must have been an “Americana”
No! Briton, I mean
Chorused the mouth of many.
	
Yet she was not only born of here
She leaves all her life within
In the dusks  . . . thick 
Of a town called “Ibara”.
Indeed the other face of “Ibara”

We thought she was of the 
Known family in “Ibara”
“Ibara” of the biggest shots 
We were hoodwinked again
Its “Ibara” other side
With people of no side or size.

I became  popeyed of it the news
That her Father a local referee
I wore it a gown of surprise
Of her fluency even in 
Pidgin and Yoruba dictions.
Needing twenty two lies 
To support one big heady fabrication.

Does she defeacate or fart ?
Too clean of a skin and look 
Selling dubiously nothing but her casing
As many Adams pay for her pretence
Others swayed by her glibness
Skinned naked by her smile . . . comportment
Donate generously to her carcass
Of an empty moving coffin.
Too hollow to be real.
 
She can’t sleep in darkness
She can’t wash her clothes
Yet she is full of pretence
Too pompous to be genuine.

Enter the knockings of that day
That she will be strip naked 
Of her white flying lies
All at the open market square.


Alayande Stephen. T
30th,July, 2006
12.25am

Ola’s very comical story of his 
Female friend called Wunmi.

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