Amaka Big Bum Bum Poem by Lucky Akinjole

Yes, God did rest on the seventh day,
And at first light he fine-tuned his Masterpiece.
Behind her he implanted two heavenly chunks,
Soft flesh covering the mmiri nke obi uto


Amaka, your big bum bum will be the end of me.
Figure 8 has never looked better in human form.
I traversed the west to the east,
Like a man with no sense of direction,
Just to be buried between those ebony pillows.
What big bum-bum cannot do does not exist.

Lucky Akinjole