Poetic-Verses
"ARE YOU DONE?"
In "Harlot or Ekpo City, Calabar" today, ghosts were selling things at 10 - 10 kobo. And I bought them: banana, chicken, kerosene, eggs, oranges, and many more.
Back then while I taught in the then old school, there was a woe betorn lady who spately and cheaply gave witchcraft to children as a teacher, known also as "the frog mistress". Amidst other tricks like religion, gifting and caring, she always used the snap short bolgen formalities hererin represented - "are you done?" While one might think she was always busy giving assignments and class work to her postdomial "would be"/ prospective international harlots, and used these words to ask simply if they were thru with such assignments/ class work, it meant so much more. Here is what the frog mistress really meant.
1. Obviously, she burnt the children spiritually in fire and would be asking if they were ready to be picked out by her for chewing as pieces of pork meat from a pot!
2. She meant they would not amount to anything.
3. She meant she would soon be on spiritual transfer to America to become a professor and waste more lives there.
4. And she was talking to her mate!
This forstitude; a woptic, was catadonically handled by me when her imbotile intentions scattered rampantly and templentionally into four divides. Who was she by the way, making "minus minded minds of Christ"? With her guards and armors, she chose to chew children in honesty like steak meat picked out of a pot, asking "are you done?" One day I watched this black damnable hog fool pick a four year old girl, kiss her and drop a large immovable black cubic stone the size of a house into her laps, after minimizing it, and said in her mind "you'll surely be a harlot", while scattering the head. I told her that Muslim girl would be the best preacher in the world! And that is what people obtain license in Nigeria to build schools for. Now, she's on her international post domestic harlots evangelism. I think she is done now and will have to, well, pack and fester and feed on her nil shitted Pooh of Occidental shitting and Ekpo government as an Ekpo religioner. Whichever way. And woe betide her international job pursuit. Amen. Sevin Augustis Dominitus.
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`ARE YOU DONE?`
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