Babangoni wawa Chisale
Gland Quarel
Father said,
I assume, let’s make a child fat like you,
face like me,
think like us
but deeds like no one
Let’s give him no name before unborn
Mother replied,
I presume, to make a child just like me,
face like no one,
fast like Beckham,
cool like Obama
sometimes mind like Mandela
and I gave her a name she is Jandlara
Father furious,
That’s incredible characters
I deserve a child, wiser than all old French writers but not too much as German
thinkers.
Infuriated with dogmatic reaction
In the cloud of dizziness, I woke up and switches my eyes on
It was a nightmare.