Dear mosquitoes,
As you prepare to feast on my naked body,
Before you send in your best jihadi!
blood, skin, soul, I embody.
Piercing my body with your spear,
plugging a pipe into my running blood,
filling the tank of your family house.
Just like an Aboki man, you dey do balangu with my body,
The buzzing sound you make on my ear “mu’azu”,
inviting your whole squad to gangbang me.
My body turns red from the slaps I made
At this juncture, “Allah ya isa”. Even though you have family to fed
my life also matters.