when the goose that lays the golden egg died,
fasting is not only during Ramadan
But a plight, to which they are bound.
Life goes from a cozy to a bumpy ride.
Lucid dreams start to fade.
Prodigal and fancy life become chaotic like a tangle braid.
Livelihood now comes with struggle and delay.
A twist of fate, the fate of Friday.
Amaka goes on disappointing guys
Using what she has to get what she needs,
That fashionista must not be forsaken.
A new boobies as to be taken.
when the goose that lays the golden egg died.
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