A POEM FOR ACHIENG

Sometimes Achieng you're funny,
You make me shake my head.
I know you think you're stunning,
Because of the wig on your head.
When it rains - you hide in buildings,
Coz the powder on your face will fade.
Haha, Achieeng!
You can never be the girl of my dreams...

You can never be the girl of my dreams...
Your thick hips are fake.
You boast of your skin that screams,
But I know the pills you take.
Your pumpkin breasts are unreal,
They are products of the sponge you made.
Achieng, pthoo!
Your nakedness cripples my "leg"

Your nakedness cripples my "leg,"
There's something that you need to be told.
At are thirty "yawa!" Achieng?
And you still wear shorts in the cold!
Your age mates are married Achieng,
You must know you are growing old!
Achieeng, get married.
But you can never be the girl of my dreams