Friday, March 7, 2014

OWU

I dry

My wallet be like fish head 
Nothing dhe inside 

My eye don red
But e no fit red pass my account
When my money  go rise?
Like garri wey oversoak

No be say man pikin no get plans
Na say man pikin no get cheddar
My dreams come be like better soup
Na money killam

Like this,
I no fit run Caro Parol.

Ówū na Bastard!

#PoetryinPidgin
Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 
@IamTheEmeka

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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 7, 2014 at 11:30 PM

    haha...inventive.

    P.S
    my kid sister may disagree. She is an avid collector of fried fish heads.

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    1. Nnaemeka UgochukwuMarch 7, 2014 at 11:37 PM

      Thanks...there is fish head and there is fish head

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  2. UnknownMarch 8, 2014 at 12:10 AM

    What can I say man, owu really nah bastard.

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  3. Fadhy MtangaMarch 8, 2014 at 12:35 AM

    Wow. A nice piece of writing.

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  4. IsaacolapoetryMarch 8, 2014 at 1:23 AM

    Ingenuity at its peak. First pidgin poem am coming across. Good job.

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  5. veralexandraMarch 9, 2014 at 3:06 AM

    Hmm... What can I say.... Not having money can be depressing

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