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By Ola Vincent Omotade


Where I come from our women have pride,
 We have pretty girls who do shakara.
Where I come from our women have taste,
We have intelligent women,
So you can't toy with their virginity's.
Where I come from our ladies are Queen's
So they go all around and make yanga.
Where I come from beauty is not scarce
we have many beautiful soul,
Originality is the watchword so
Our women are the true definition of beauty.
We wine our beaded waist graciously
Like curvy girls doing YOGA
Where i come from our women can smile,
Because they've all gotten a medicinal one.
They are music to us like the Nubians once danced.
In grandly acrobatics, amidst the carcass of fire and mist.
And for them, we have swallowed such devotion like praying priests gazing at crucifixes.
That in the healing of pain, we might be cured of emptiness just by their smiles.
The smile that melts the greatest warrior's heart.

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