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Mama Mada
“Haven’t you noticed me?
I’ve been standing here for quite a while.
“How do I look?
Please tell me?”
Does my hair shine to your content?
Does my dress catch your fancy?
Please tell me, I need your opinion.
I’m afraid without it I may die.
Our stranger friend eager to lend his voice
Cocked his neck
And grunted
“Your dress is too bright!
“Not good, Not good”
“Your teeth is the colour of wood ash”
“Very poor hygiene! Very poor!”
“And your hair
Do you think we are in the jungle?
They look like the scattered handwriting of a dead chicken.
Then with a polite grin meant for kings
He continued his journey –
Head up- Chin straight,
While the woman on my street hung herself the next day.
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