LOVE POEM#7. Lip Stick Pregnancy

Lip stick Pregnancy

 

 

Her lip stick dey bright

Mai throat come enta

I kiss am sotey

Lip stick finis for im lips

She rub am again

I kiss am comot

She tell me say I go buy market

 

I reach haus refuse eba

You chop outside?

I say yes mama.

Wetin you chop?                                                                                              

Palm oil stew

E belleful you?

Yes o. I don get belle.