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08/09/2024

Hello, Good morning...?

25/07/2024

https://oyengonelson.wordpress.com/2023/09/25/high-priest/

These are the words of the high priest,Which dissapeared like mist,In that year he made lots of offering to church,The time he spent in worship was quite much,We were left wondering whats the catch…

25/07/2024

I belong to another be gentle,
Perhaps dont hold me tight lest I go mental,
You hold me like a thief,
But by morrow we will settle this matter with the chief,
I see you love a fruit thats forbidden,
But I assure you you'll leave here bed ridden,
So dont play me like chess,
Of ourselves lets not make a mess,
I only have two conditions,
There will be provisions,
And you'll hold me gently but hold me tight,

Son of a woman 😎

25/07/2024

https://oyengonelson.wordpress.com/2024/03/16/the-day-i-woke-up/

In that year i woke up,I woke up from ancestors resting place,I woke up to a world that had picked up pace,I woke up to an entirely grabbed space,I woke up a house built on our resting place,I wond…

06/05/2024

So, son of a woman which one is this,
Daughter of my father tell me please,
He keep calling,
He keeps falling,
Falling for the oldest trick in the book,
Keeps on falling on your hook,
Tell me my dear who is this champion?
Mama ill tell you this is a new comer.

This one is the latest arrival,
I'm his first and ive seen no rival,
To me he feels endered,
And man, am in love with his beard
Tall dark and handsome,
My oh my i wanna have some
Smells fresh like waters of the lake
Son of a woman its a good time to make mistake,
Because this is a new comer.

A new comer very new in town,
I don't mind showing him the ways of the town,
They treat me well,
Untill I feel my body starting to swell,
Whether that will continue time Will tell,
Am losing a body once petite,
But help me God that I don't get on his appetites,
They take these things fast son of a woman,
These new comers.

Yes this one is very new,
Very new on my contact list just to name a few,
Forever flooding my call log,
Son of a woman I die prerending to be a log,
My friend loyalty was left to the dog
Here we eat your burnt offering,
Then we leave you there suffering,
We are here for the short time pleasure,
Which means we come and leave at our pleasure,
Not necessarily concerned about your leisure,
So hey new comer,
welcome to this side of the town
Son of a woman.

14/04/2024

At first we thought it was theft,
But how because on her own she left,
Left for the city or wherever it is life drives people,
She left never to reach her destination,
Not that she lacked determination,
But she hit a diversion,
How do we tell her children she ain't coming back,
Will they ever get back on track?
Son of a woman she left.

He left son of a woman he just did,
Without any change of clothes he just left
Without bidding us goodbye he left,
Without any mode of transport he left,
Without any of his properties he left
Yes he left us bewildered and in shock,
He left the granary empty and out of stock,
He left us to be the village ridicule and mock,
Son of a woman last we saw him he was asleep in a box,
He had left and we thought it was a hoax.

The day he left,
We sang and danced for three days straight,
Praying and offering sacrifices to the gods from eight to late,
Praying that even though he had left he would be back n wait,
Wait for little Junior to turn twenty eight,
Wait for the son of a woman to buy a V-eight,
Wait for mama to be strong enough to carry the weight,
Without care you left.

She left,
Though we could see her but she had no words left,
You should have waited until Angel outgrew dipers,
Atleast for her to have finished campus,
You should have waited for the family trip to Kansas,
You left behind more questions than answers,
Especially why you succumbed to cancers,
Since there's not much we can unravel,
But to wherever destination you are going we wish you safe travel,
Even though daily your company we may miss,
Our prayer is may the gods give you peace.

Son of a woman. ❤

30/03/2024

Raise your chalice,
Lets drink from the fountains of malice,
Who invented this practice?
No more questions welcome to the service,
There is just enough of us
Welcome to the midnight mass

The high priest knows how and when to turn on the switch,
I tell you son of a woman this man's a witch,
Let the spirits flow enclosed in bottles,
Its time to irrigate our throttles,
Its a feeling ive not had in years,
I can hear thunder clapping in my ears,
The time is time to confront your fears,
Or else you lose controll of your tears
Welcome to the midnight mass,

Its a week end,
A good time to swim on the deep end,
Out goes trouble here comes the deacon,
The deacon's dressed up revealing acres of bacon,
We are all comfortable,
Then it hits the table,
Slaps its behinds as speaking things as if a reincarnation,
Out goes reincarnation enter invitation,
Welcome to the midnight mass.

Midnight choir songs are familiar,
But member faces are peculiar,
Some are in deep meditation,
Irritated at the slightest provocation,
Its a place where the elderly would reside,
But now its a place where the young preside,
A place with the midnight nurse
Welcome to the midnight mass

Son of a woman ❤😂

28/03/2024

Mafundi wa mitambo 🤣🤣

24/03/2024

What we waited for, has come to pass
See what the Lord has done...!

16/03/2024

https://oyengonelson.wordpress.com/2024/03/16/the-day-i-woke-up/

In that year i woke up,I woke up from ancestors resting place,I woke up to a world that had picked up pace,I woke up to an entirely grabbed space,I woke up a house built on our resting place,I wond…

29/02/2024

I hear rumours,
That Isaka is getting married,
I also hear he is getting hurried,
Because his younger brother has already proposed,
But the clan has opposed,
That arrangement untill Isaka get his house in oder,
I hear but could rumours be further from the truth?

I also hear that Isaka's brother is soon to be a father,
And this news hasn't reached their father,
I hear there is trouble in paradise,
Isaka's brother is set to jeopardise,
The blessings of his elder brother,
The wind is blowing,
But could the rumours be further from the truth.

I hear the ground shake,
Is that the sound cows make?
Those are definitely cows no mistake,
But whose are they?
I hear thats Isaka going to pay dowry,
I hear the aunts got him a wife,
I hear his father gave hime a life,
Maybe its a rumour,
But are rumours further from the truth?

I see smoke coming from Isaka's new house,
So its true he's not living like a mouse,
I heard he made a good groom,
They say he found a good broom,
I hear like a snake he doest sleep alone in the room,
Maybe its just a rumour,
But are rumours further from the truth,

I heard a baby cry,
Eeh! Men can try,
Is that Isaķa's first born,
Maybe it is his child,
Isaka and the poor little thing look alike,
I hear it cries all night,
And has an elephant's appetite that it suckles with all its might,
Like isaka its dark like soot,
Like Isaka it has a large foot,
But the head is that of Isaka's brother,
The voice when it cries ooh say no further,
Could this child have been born of another?
Another rumour maybe,
But aren't rumours further frim the truth

Son of a woman 😁

29/02/2024

https://oyengonelson.wordpress.com/2023/11/15/the-rain/

Aah it rained today,No weatherman predicted this,Even the skies showed no pregnancy,Or its me who just doesn’t fancy,Looking at the skies at times like these,Maybe or maybe not but it rained …

07/02/2024

Born of a woman,
Touched by no man,
She was the pretiest little thing,
To sleep lalabuy we would sing,
Back and forth our arms would swing,
She was delicate,
But her birth we would celebrate,
She was born of a woman.

She was born of a woman,
A woman in turmoil,
She was the icing on the cake,
The midnight lamp oil,
She was no mistake,
She was created from black soil,
With a height of an American,
And a deep colour of an African
She was born of a woman.

She was born of a woman,
But here came the rain,
It rained on her parade,
And it washed away all the masquerade,
Life became a game
A game of fame
She had to get a better name,
Better than being referred to as born of a woman,
I tell you son of a woman.

She was under the weather,
She dremt of flying even with soacked a feather,
But every time she tried she was bound on a tether,
Sometimes running helter skelter,
From this to that shelter,
Maybe she was wrong,
But she is strong,
Because she was born of a woman

Son of a woman ❤

15/12/2023

I leave in peace,
A bag on my shoulder a perfect piece,
Gone only for a short while,
Gone for only half a mile,
Shaking my god given behind in perfect style,
Gone to shake for my giver of smiles,
But i assure you ill be back shortly.

Maybe or maybe not you'll miss me,
But i hope not because I don't miss me,
Maybe the house will have an eerie silence,
Maybe you will exercise patience,
Or patience will exercise you,
But rest assured I'll be back shortly.

When they ask you where am at,
Tell them you even dont know where to start,
Tell them that I your sister is smart,
Smart enough not to let the wind blow her skirt,
Tell them Your sister left with a bag,
Perhaps to carry with food when she returned,
Or perhaps to carry evidence of eternal condemnation,
But tell mama that I your sister will be back shortly.

Tell the world your sister left shortly,
She left to warm her lover's bed,
She left her unceremonious homestead,
She left with a bag on her back
And she promised to be back,
Today the cows will return from the fields before her,
Today the rooster wont roost at home,
But she promised one thing,
She would be back shortly

Son of a woman. ❤

10/12/2023

Sasa huyu anafanya nini just smile.😂😂

31/08/2023

Where is the lie?
That we keep looking for the lie,
When we walk work or even lie,
They even sang that they loved the way you lie,
But where is the lie?

I love you my dearest dear,
I'll cross the oceans for you,
But on whose cruise ship?
I promise not to bruise this relationship,
I will bring the moon for you?
Riding on whose space ship?
God knows as i write am Looking after my father's sheep,
With no hopes of getting past my village,
But where is the lie?

Lets get married,
Its a good time to do it before we get burried,
My dad is a millionaire in his own right,
He has a cassava plantation,
He has promised to give me as inheritance,
My dear you will never die of hunger,
I'll feed your skinny flesh untill you become fluffy,
You will the village queen,
But where is the lie?

We will have horses on our farm,
Our home shall be the African Netherlands,
No smoke shall touch your otherwise delicate skin,
You shall have servants to take care of your precious nails,
You will live in a fully automated house,
Everything will be done by a touch of a button,
Your daily bread shall be beef pork and mutton,
My darling dearest, where is the lie?

SON OF A WOMAN

26/08/2023

Hey hey hold your horses,
On this end we've always held roses,
We've always fought forces,
We've stood strong like Moses,
Even though the red sea has always been hard to cross,
We've always trusted the proces.

You've stood firm,
You've bred nothing but love on your farm,
You've covered we sons of women from harm,
You are nothing but the best,
And for sure you will overcome the test.

We stand here in complete sobriety,
As we declare our unfailing solidarity,
That even through the darkest storm,
We will guide you home,
And even though the red sea has been cross,
Our unfailing love shall be declared by force.

Take heart be strong as you enter this new erra,
Cause like I said the night is dark and full of terror,
You will cry
But you will have to try,
We will offer support,
We will offer comfort,
And even though the red sea has always been hard to cross,
I assure you our love shall be written in in prose.

With love from yours poetic,
Son of a woman.

11/08/2023

May we heal I pray may we heal,
From things we dont talk about
From things that consume us inside out,
From the things we dont have the courage to shout out,
I pray may we heal.

From thoughts of having roses only on our caskets,
From the hustle and bustle of filling our baskets,
From our day to day struggles,
That sometimes threaten to strangle
From feelings of not being enough,
May we heal!

May we heal son of a woman,
From the enticing peer pressure,
From distributing our dear treasure,
To heartless sons of women,
Thugs thieves and conmen,
May we heal and get sobber,
May we heal and think proper.

May we heal from curses,
That haunt us with everyday that passes,
From strongholds of poverty,
That keep us from owning property
May we heal!

May we heal from ourselves,
Because we are enemies of ourselves,
May we heal from the spells,
We cast on our shadows maybe we shall tell tales.
May we climb and finish that hill,
May we heal.