Drunk Me

      Drunk Me

I have a pale skin

The skin of a salamander

I can’t even squeeze it in my paws

Do I own paws, I ask myself?

My room is whirling around 

It is drunk, everything is drunk

You think am drunk

But I can write a drunk poem

My brothers drink, we drink 

In our nerves lies drinking spirits.

To eternity we drink beer, wine

Everything

 As it leads to economic

Development of my drunk country

For me and my drunk drinks.

                       Vincent Wonabadi


      The lucrative toddler whore

Armed to the teeth with everything

Her slender waist has undergone

Through uncountable waist trainers

To seduce all

‘Wazee na vijana Kwa suruuru Moja’

They go for the viruses-hidden

Dirty honeypot

Horny youth crave it like breath

Their breathing gets complicated

Near the dirty whore

With a nose ring,

Their brains lack words 

Not knowing she is an easy go easy come.

                            Vincent Wonabadi


         I Will Come After Prayers 

A polished slut at campus

Meticulously veiled like a hajjati

Onlookers see a high degree of respect

Yet us the colleagues see shameless whores.


Very early outside the hostel

Exits the veiled slut, heading straight

To the jambula tree located exactly opposite

The campus gate across the road.


She undresses keeping the veil and long dress

In her small handbag, all this time maintaining

A hawks-eye not to be spotted by fellows,

Out gets her small phone not smartphone.


Flashing the first nigga, he calls back

Directions are given with her maintaining her 

Stand of staying up to 9:30am so she can catch-up

With the first mass- prayers.


At exactly 9:30am the helpless nigga should

Have finished his business and she heads for 

Prayers in another niggas house

Maybe even at the niggas friend's empty room.


The second nigga has a timeline to dilute his 

Appetite upto 1:00pm as she has to go back to 

School to do laundry and thence he obeys.

He eats his share without realizing the folly.


The first two niggas are weak in confusion of the

 Girl that they plead for her time but the 

Hardcore ‘Malaya’ must stick to her timeline. 

The two niggas can't control her, she does so but Knows her limit.


The last nigga has been told to be patient until 

After prayers

The ‘musege’ has some respect for him and knows 

That he's persistent and doesn't allow her to 

Control him.


Being a fellow student he's told that girls get Passouts that don't exceed 5pm, so he hurries,

Quenches his thirst with much trust that this 

Religious girl can't do dirty stuff of meeting more 

Than one nigga a day.


To be continued........

                                    Vincent Wonabadi 




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  1. Please leave a comment to help improve my writing πŸ™πŸ™

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  2. This is hilarious, showcasing the beacon of poetry

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