By Dada Precious
'Look onward
Age moves only forward
Be productive in the days of your youth
If you, later on, want everything to be smooth
Now, you complain of pimples
You soon will adore your wrinkles
You prance around like, ‘I no send.’
Soon, you will walk around only if you bend
Life, to you, is looking so simple
In no time, you will revere it like a sacred temple
Curving men seems very sweet
You will soon find pleasure with a man, discreet
Break all of the boundaries
Soon, your hobby will be doing laundries
Stare at me so well
These and many more, I can tell
You were once my baby
You are now my lady
You will soon be a nanny
Finally, a granny!’
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