Treasure Island

Samuel Eyitayo


Mo Ti Gbo, Mo Ti Gba (I Have Heard)


Gale Gale Gale
The egg has hatched
Ko Ko Ko
The legs became firm
Kara Kara Kara
The center begins to hold
The headlgihts are bright
The nose finds its way to the air
The aroma taste like bees shit
Hot heads swarms for action
Then
When the big head guides the small
Loud you hear
Mo ti gbo!
When the bearers of the small shouts
Loud you hear
Mo ti gbo!
When the small's mates call
Louds you hear
Mo ti gba!
Yes!
Mo to gba!
Then
Gbam!
The final of the equation
The flat back kissing the earth
Gale Gale Gale
Gone!
Ko Ko Ko
Ceased
Kara Kara Kara
Lost
I mean lost indeed.

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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Young ladies of today live withour following matured advice

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