I don't need fried rice I said
In a gathering of the dignified
Just serve me vegetables
I don't need a painted jollof
In a life of forever padlocked love
The detrimental part is unto ourselves
Make I no fall under love hills
Watering, greened, individuals
Come my way as what I ordered
Cuddling inside those wrappers
Time is never getting old
Mum as grandma before seventies
