Monday, September 29, 2008

REJECTION..


This sort of poetry is the type that just puts a smile on your face, its well written and so raw that you get addicted to it… read and see what really happens in a brother’s mind when he is rejected.This poem is from the THONGA tribe in the southern tip of our lovely continent of Africa.

1.very well girl:

All right then, girl, refuse me.
The grains of maize from which you eat in your village
Are human eyes!
The tumblers from which you eat
Are human skulls!
The cassava roots you eat
Are human leg bones!
The sweet potatoes
Are human fingers!
Very well then girl, refuse me

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