SISI CARO

by BANKOLE KOLAWOLE 

" Caro is now white but her ankles and knuckles are as black as her uncles. She now looks like she's been kissed by a thousand chameleon." So says Fr33zinPaul

So I, BankHALL adds to that, that..

Her skin is now an exponential ample sample of how dimples metamorphose to wrinkles.

Her million dollar bottom empire with ‘seemingly’ no expiry date now boast of more exits than entries.

From Torpedo to Scubidu to Ronaldo to Bobrisky…, her like forever loyal 'customer daa daa' now curse the date they met her.

So before you tone to “tontoliscious”, remember cancer still got no cure,

.. this your one-corner dancing skin will sure make 'worm corners' six feet below the earth. 

Sisi Caro, before you turn “Alusia pilapi”, the proverbial dumb goddess of beauty, who virtually, voluntarily turns herself into an “OTUmatic” device for all kinds of “AMUnitions”.. “Animashaun” the one who shares her flesh like unHOLY communion to purchase the latest everything…

If you do and die or die and do, ….i tell you.. there is life after death and death after this life…

And then the aftermath, at the beautiful gate of hell, feeling you will find the likes of Fela, Stella, Yemi Tela, Dora and maybe later Okonjo Iweala, you lie, pure white lie….

Sisi, you've peeled your skin so we can eat you up like sweet potato😅

So white from your head to your toes 

Snow White from Nigeria-

African Michael Jackson!

Go ask the son of Jackson how Death mistook him for one "atutu poyoyo"

Bororo from the land of Iboro.

Sisi..

 This thing you call "blink blink"

Will soon turn "smell smell"

Like soak-away it will fade away;

Fall your hands

Like tired sagging breasts- Janway

Jangi Rova, epo motor...

Wos, wobi..sisi

You trade your beautiful black skin 

For small change and cheap popularity that will only last for a morning,

Behold!

Crying and finger-biting comes in the noon and night time

"Dem dey call you sisi, you com dey shake your bumper, from bumper to bumper"

Hope you've garnered enough shock absorber

"Cos same lips wey you dey hail you today go surely body-shame you tomorrow...

They will chant you new names like

"Sisi oninabi, alawo Rainbow

Ode doyinbo..."

Mrs coke and fanta

So again before your peel your skin for onlookers to eat like potatoes, remember cancer may leave you with dreadful, painful questions than answers.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He is an Artiste dedicated to educating and entertaining audiences through his unique performance style known as Musical Urban Poetry, which incorporates the use of African drums.

With over a decade of experience, Bankole has consistently expressed his craft through powerful and engaging performances. Beyond performance art, he also specializes in voice-over work, jingles, and other communication services for brands and individuals. He is fluent in English, Naija Language (Pidgin), and Yoruba.

You can connect with him on:

Instagram: @bankolekolawole

Facebook.com/bankole.kolawole.7

HUGS LIKE A HOUSE ARREST

 by TOBY ABIODUN

I should confess

that I find it tough trying to write  you into a perfect song

maybe it's because

what I feel for you isn't plain sheet music 

it is complex 

like a violin, there are strings attached 

but I keep writing 

even in dreams

hoping I'll wake up one day to find you perfected

I keep working, 

hoping when I am done, people will call you dope music like you were made in a coke studio 

And  I promise to write about your high and lows

write about your eyes and nose 

promise to strike every chord and hit the right notes 

 you can leave the door to your heart closed 

 I'll move in with the right keys

I'll make symphonies from the trembling of your cheeks 

and melodies from your heartbeats

I'll pause your pulse, stretch it to a crescendo 

so when the world listens to the pitch

they will want encores 

the sound will hold their ears captive - they'll call you a trap song. 

Sometimes I look at your being and what I see is a museum of artworks, 

Nature's handwork, 

A modern collection of antiques, I mean beauties -

From eyes that present the past and mirror the future 

 To a hairline representing queens and their closures-

where they end is where you begin. 

You have eyelashes like a bouquet, my heart is the size of a thousand vases, 

Your love has me rooted to a spot but I see us going places, 

You're the standard, other girls are just random faces. 

We gat chemistry like science but your body spells literature

Skin so bright, some lit creature 

I call you the hit effect of God's spoken word 

but find you too complete to pass for the product of a rib

I am staring at the poem written on your body and I'm in love with the waist line 

Your body is the truth, on it I want to lie

We have that strong connection, who needs WiFi?

Your bosoms the hot-spot and your behind puts my exes behind 

I get an adrenaline rush when you look me in the eyes

You are a storm rising inside of me

Jesus, please be still. 

I get caught up in thoughts of you, 

I call this the rapture 

You put your body over me and I become a fraction

I'm okay with you,  how do they define dissatisfaction 

I feel you like a form there is a column you must sign

They hear wedding bells I say eternal alarm

You blow my mind,  Hussein (who send)  Sadam

You have hugs like a house arrest 

Every touch feels like a caress

They say you and I share a drive 'cause our hearts beat in one accord 

You're my success story, losing you means failure and that I am too broke to afford. 

Sometimes I wish to be your bathroom door so you can always pull me close

This Adam and Eve kind of love got the room looking like Eden, damn, who needs clothes! 

Your absence leaves me feeling like a bankrupt company 

  baby at nights I fold. 

Nights spent together be looking like a freestyle session 'cause I see you off the top

Like a car left unused in the garage, I need you to warm me up 

The way I fell for you gat me feeling like a phone call, I need you to pick me up. 

I'm catching deep feelings like how well do you love me

Statistics show you mean a lot to me

I feel wealthier than Abraham 'cause you're more than a LOT to me

This your heart be like exam,  of all the men na me love you pass 

In my world you're first and last, the only student in my class 

I want nothing from you 'cause they say nothing lasts forever 

We make a pretty good team, there's nothing we won't do together 

Like getting to the top, getting ahead then getting a head

I promise to never fall out with you cause if i do 

 e go be like soapy-

 that is na me dey do myself!