Anastasia: The Beginning
A little something for my new UNILAG friends. Thank you.
I got tired of being single
I got tired of being tired of being single
I got tired of being – ah, you know the picture,
No photoshop. No Flash. Non-Fiction
So I made my own creation;
Anastacia; I called her
You should see the looks of consternation;
I arouse every time I call her
Or rather; she calls me
Spends hours with me on the phone,
Leave all those Moremi girls staring jealously
See Nike looking. Jealousy!
You know how girls are na
How they ignore you; leave you in your plight
And when someone else wants you; they see the light
Me? I carry shoulder and waka far!
“Where’s your girlfriend?” They’d ask,
“Somewhere in the UK,” I’d answer,
Suddenly I acquired fifty Facebook stalkers,
Hundreds of Twitter followers,
And even window eavesdroppers!
I knew it couldn’t last forever, so I choose Nkem;
“Anastasia broke my heart,” I said
“Ohh baby,” she sighed, cradling my head on a pair of cushions
This is heaven; I thought and surrendered my mumu buttons
It was fun for the next three months,
Nkem was most anything a man could want,
Till one Sunday in my room, me listening to Asa;
A knock on the door, “Who’s that?”
The answer came “Anastacia.”
I thought it was a joke till I remembered what Anastacia means…