“Hey You”



Have I severally sprung on you and you cunningly shunned me?

You be like, who is this Olorun guy...


Or you, just in a jiffy, you swiftly estimated the worth of a guy chatting you, comparing him with the other guy who  you met the other day

You left him broken without a dagger and made him look practically stupid without saying a word

You were hailed and called by all, a fussy girl

The reigning glowing queen with the amazing touch of beauty

You ditched out a good out like a piece of card and hinge on with “the bad guy with the wonga”

You don't even wanna know where he made “the greenback” he keeps spending on you, all you care to know is, he has “mazuma” and is making my skin glow

He keeps on chatting and you be like, this guy is not stinking “dinero”, he is just stinking poverty

You stood beside your make up kit , you are comparing present guy with a future guy

He tried holding your hand, you said Poverty, go away, you called him poverty, even to his face

You forgot to realize that, “ A cloudy morning does not always symbolize a rainy day

He wanted to know you but you never wanted to know him...

He left you a message on Whatsapp, you saw it and decided not to reply him

You hissed at the arrival of his message or call on your iPhone

He wanted to make you a better person, you called him rigid, too religious and local guy

You prefer twirling with the guy, who sees you doing badly and decide to keep quiet, all because he wanted to have a taste of you

He chatted you; baby can we see?


Your response: Am busy, always busy

Your facial pride has eaten up your good character

[You cut him off...

You have an anthem, you recite every day...

Anything call cash, I go & nothing more

They call you beauty, you feel like a queen who has never stepped on stone...

You go rigid for the guy who has little money or less to offer & flexible for the guy with Mazuma

He still limped on to you, maybe you can give a chance but other rich guys have obstructed you from spotting that


The wind of fun is heightening you and you are never scared of your  landing


The old axiom says: “A withered flower had once sprouted a glowing one”

You whooped him with your attitude

You call it cheap , if you first chat a guy, so you have to look expensive


You make time for the bad guy and keeps shunning the good guy

Not quite long, you said you are not going out, how you suddenly got a new gunt of energy, when the guy with dineries appears before your very eyes, is what I don't know

You keep saying all guys are bad, not knowing you are the genesis and the bane of your heartbreak

I don't like the guy, he is not my taste, so I can't chat him first...

You are even estimating the future of a guy, are you God?

Let me ask you, how many people made it from the scratch

Good wealth is mostly built together, make research

You didn't want to undergo the natural process of transformation


Taking for instance; the life cycle of a butterfly> Egg »Larva» Caterpillar» Butterfly

You took up another man's culture even more than the owner of their culture

You eventually turn to a cohort of sexually attractive young women

You are myopic in nature and that births your fruitless display

You caused quite a stir but you are stinking and sinking and you never knew

You should be a relic of righteousness but you are far from it

I pray you change before it gets out of hands