By Ojo Tofunmi

Mother of my children
Left me ‘cos of one linen.

Her bus of Lere
Amazingly sailed to Sogo.

We met here,not heaven
Let me get one who’s even

I became a nursing mother
Striving being a father
I became a cooking monster
Fixed with sleepless roaster.

Don’t go!
She almost gave a blow.

Do love your kid
She gave an ultimate bid
Shall we still meet?
I don’t think so…