Oboi sat ready to earn
From the little the teacher had to teach
Little did he smell the storm
Brewing into his class-made dorm

A beautiful lady sat on his right
Another hot lady sat on his left
Then his stomach contracted
Reminding him of the mixtures of beans and eggs he married
And sent to the gutters of his belly

He looked left
Looked right
All the ladies smiled
In return of the sheepish smile he gave
He held himself with a force that blocked his rear
Taking no notes
Fearing a stand for permission
Might get ugly
And earn him abhored names

After the class,
He sat still as all others left
And left his gates opened
What a relief it was
When a bomby “PUUUUUUUUUU” busted out
Glad, he lifted his eyes
Only to see the two ladies standing in disbelief
One holding her nose
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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