They say fate is fame gone opposite way,
To swing you astray, like hey..
Oyeee!
Like Ukraine and Russia blown away,
By sheer ego, eeeggoo, silimba,
Timanya kubeiha,
Kyeisha mutuutu,
This bold move,
Led me to Spa Nunu or is it?, ainuunu!
It was evening, at around 6pm,
So I turned up following the colour of darkness, and what goes with it..
That feeling of false confidence..
With no stress,
After back stretch, and ache,
The legs needed a press..
So was the back,
That beckoned again
!
There was this
eyes rolling pop,
That popped out of the room,
And swept me like a broom,
Before the morning noon…
