Shut ! that door is so firm Yellow fear sat indoors Masked bravado shown in front Shielding the shaking kaftan wearer's woes Green leaves shake so clear Yet into yellow they must turn Before falling aground Then to brownish hues Marking the end game
Bookodajjii !, that door bookodajjii ! Bakodabuu that smelly currency defaces It's odour surpasses the smell of a pit latrine Forgotten except when needed to post Yes that wonderful corner house we so despise Rank smell permeate it's covers; all day long Yet we know it's a place to be at times To cleanse the body
The mouth yearns for consumption of feed Belly grumbles for filling needs Then it's the turn of that commode Sat in a corner as if forgotten But knows we shall come visiting Albeit with covered nostrils To post mail or what ever And thus gain perfect peace Oh this life of mysteries
Poetry is a gift that few have,so I am not "pulling me legs". I am pleased that you decided to post information on Bookodaajii & Bakoddabu,the internet had no information that I could find on these words.Good clarification for the toubab Eh...
"Simple is good" & I strongly dislike politics. You cannot defend the indefensible.
Surah- Ar-Rum 30-22 "And among His signs is the creation of heavens and the earth, and the difference of your languages and colours. verily, in that are indeed signs for men of sound knowledge." Qu'ran
santangfara its gr8 to be in touch. I was out to Africa not Gambia of course but ckose enough to smell its airs. Saw Bakawsu life n chatted with him to gr8 lenghts. That man is full of knowledge n brave too. That caused my absence here but an back again on the hustle n bravo to all militants online against tyranny. See you here n at kibaaro.