The Diary Of A Lying Generation Poem by Raimi Babatunde

Chapter One sit back, relax
Let us start from the periphery
If you leave me, I will die
Ten years later, the same guy
He is happily married with three kids
You are the reason I was created
The air that I breathe
I wish I listened to my parents…

Chapter Two goes thus:
I will buy you money
I will never leave you
It is not what you think
Just be my second wife
Where were you before I got married?
I will be here for you Baby?
I already told my family about you

Then Chapter Three
In no particular order
Where is your account domiciled?
Send me your account number
I just sent you card now
"All na scam"
You are the reason I was created
Afterall, Givers never lack

Come with me to Chapter Four
I love you with my life
I can do anything for you
But my parents said I can't marry another tribe
I wish I can disobey them
But culture forbids it
Suddenly you know that
After browsing all her website
Karma awaits you somehow

Wait till you read Chapter Five
I love you more than my grandmother
You cook better than my Mum
Unlike the other materialistic girl
Yours is pure agape love
You are my breathe Baby
Without you I will suffocate
Baby, it is you or no one else

Check out Chapter Six
We are just close friends
Baby "It" is for you and no one else
You are all I need in a man
You are a gift from heaven
I swear I am a virgin
I will keep myself for you
The Postnor you saw was for my coursemate

Chapter Seven:
Just say "Yes, I will take you to Dubai
l will never hurt you
That call at twelve noon was my Doctor
That of yesterday was my Boss
But the one that will come tomorrow
It will be the lady that supplies me honey
Your "thing" is the sweetest on earth

Have you been a victim of these cheap scam?
Let us add Chapter Eight
Please don't use it on another girl
Lest you begin to feel like a celebrity
If I catch you with another lady
I will send her on permanent exile
But as you depart her altar
She has his number on speed dial

I love Chapter Nine
I just came out of an abusive relationship
"Ndi oshi. Run, na dem oh"
Baby, I left all for you
You are the sugar in my tea
The only cockroach in my cupboard
You are the second person I will ever date
If I lie, let me not live up to seven scores

Chapter Ten:
My name is Diego
Will you be my Palorma?
I could be your Romeo
Will you be my Juliet?
The world is so jealous of you
While I am so proud of you!
Together, we will paint the world red

Shall I increase the volume
"Oya", let's go to Eleven
He gave you an engagement ring
You wore it for 4 years
But he is married with kids abroad
You are wearing a bondage ring
Not an engagement ring
You are his succour from every sojourn

Open Chapter Twelve, please
Can we be friends, just friends
Where do you work?
You must be a very big babe
I just love your carriage and persona
After two days he says, "Baby I couldn't concentrate at work"
"You have captured my heart"
If you were jobless, would the lines still be the same?

Thirteen goes thus:
Why didn't you ask me yesterday?
I just sent two hundred thousand out
"Chai! ", I would have sent it to you
Run for your life, "Na scam oh"
She's my cousin from my Mother's side
I wish you asked 30 minutes ago
Don't mind him. He is poor and proud

This Chapter happened to me severally
Oh you need a job
Send me your resume right now
I know several human resource managers
We even belong to the same social club
Just send your resume
I will see what I can do about it
This is the greatest scam in the corporate world

As we begin to put a closure
To these book of lies
Let us look at these lines
I am not interested in your money
So, what are you interested in?
His Facebook account?
God showed me you are the one
Just like the second coming of Christ
I have been waiting for your coming

You are the only egg inside my egg roll
"Chai, who stone me tomatoes! "
Come to my house please
I promise I won't touch you
You call her your Queen
But when the Queen needs money
The king and the kingdom disappears
Things that men do

When you say "I love you" during the act
It is the oiling you love, not the oiler
If it is in your mouth
It will not be premised on any conditionality
My brother my sister
It is the moment you love "jare"
You are the egg inside my yam
Without you, I am just buns

And the post script
My heart is palpitating as I type this
Because I am as guilty as charged
If this is the yardstick to make heaven
I wonder how many will make it there
I will call you back
When you know you won't call
Before you judge me, read through again