Polygamy runs in their veins
Yes, some heriditary,
Some nurtured it and blame nature
This, like trademark,
That runs from generation to generation.
Patriarchy the mandate of their oppression,
Though the New religion
has conditioned their libido
under lock and key,
Strictly for one man one wife.
But they dwell in duality of religions,
Remancing their Id,
To visit many thighs,
And pour libations
in watery and dry temples.
But when matriarchy starts theirs,
They call it \'Feminism\'
Threatening them with divorce,
The society is not fair
to this gender on skirts.
No wonder!
Transgender the order of the day,
Lesbianism their hiding place,
Many have migrated to trousers,
Walking and talking like men.
Today here he is,
Walking arm in arm with her,
But his neck sways here and there,
Looking at another azuka like his,
Dangling up and down.
They are all the same,
The difference lies in the value,
Though beauty a point of attraction,
Both nkiruka and azuka will fade away,
But value will stand the test of time.
Move on with your heartrob,
Mend her in character and kwokirikwo,
Only change is constant,
The shoe is black,
But one ought to shine it brightly.