Treasure Island

tochukwu nwankpa

(12th february 1991 / Anambra state in Nigeria)

Money palava


Owo, kwudi, ego and the name is endless
Everything we do is to get him to solve our needs
Money answereth all things
Many criticise this buddy as the root of all evil
But his absence is the root of more evil
a woman leaving his husband to marry money
a fellow killing another to make money
money, honey, no money monkey or dunkey
funny how cunny money can make you
betrayal like judas denial like others
money is worshipped by many a people
so the palava is not new it is as old as man

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 02, 2013

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