By Tikum Mbah Azonga
My door is slanted and lacks a front view
It isn`t Baroque or macabre
But it`s poetic enough
I reserved it for Sweet Laura
The day she will finally come calling.
On that day with plenty of stew
We shall forget about all the iron doors coated with rubber
The only thing that will count is our complexion so tough
She can have what she wants, even a sauna
Does the taste of the pudding not lie in the eating?