The man whom my daughter date
Walks with fallen shoulders
A zombie!
Dan bounces like a ball
One-sided
He drags his legs
Like a cripple
And draws his trousers
Below his buttocks
To show it off to the world
He calls it swags
Dan looks like a lunatic out of his asylum
A murder on the run
For poisoning my daughter's soul
By leading her astray!
Dan is skinny,
He eats very little.
And sips once every minute
Instead of gulping down his drink at once
Like an African man.
He stretches his chin high
To meet mine
Whenever we speak
He stares at me
Through the tip of his eyelids
And quickly turn away in guilt
With both hands in his pocket
As if they hold the truth
He keeps away from me.
Dan avoids me like a plague
We do not relate.
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African mothers love men that are respectful and built. An in-law how is free to spend his time with them just like he does with their daughter. Do you feel Dan is the right choice for Labimpe?
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