I hung my shash while I stood
I can also fetch when I crouch
My length selfsame lay or rise
I have been blessed with strenght
Strength to stretch not to wretch
And even at my shortest the ceils
Are my footing and the Skies my scalp
Even though I balance mutton
I still fetch the cricket with my toes
As it is blessing no one dare enjoy
For I have been bethroted
With the mother from yonder
And I suckle from the breasts
I mean the breast of my mother
Yet awoke from yonder in a wife
Believe me, believe me my son
I have married my mother.
Curse of a mother
Steve igbaro
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