Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Should A Wife Have Love For A Cheating Husband?

Cheating Spouses holding hands
This question came from Pat Robertson’s show where a lady asked him what she should do because her husband had cheated on her, but she does not know how to deal with it even though she has forgiven him. This is an except in one lady’s reply on Rawstory, “What people miss is the fact that divorce is only a man's option. Women didn't have the right to divorce husbands, they were owned by them.” Karie Ryan Ordway. I am using her answer because she was basing her fallacy from the Bible.  

Both her isagogics and hermeneutics on divorce are faulty. There are stages in hermeneutics: exegesis, application and illustration that she missed. At the level of exegesis, you will consider the exposition, morphology, tradition, culture and customs of a place at the time the writing took place. Then you apply what you have to the current people to make it culturally relevant as the Bible was neither written nor applied in a vacuum. The application of divorce recommendations changed from being the male monopoly to both male and female as they are made equal with the death of Christ (Gal 3:28; col 3:11; Acts 2:17). That is when I Corinthians 7 comes into play. You see that in this chapter, it is not only the man who decides if they are leaving, a woman too can. You see that it is not only the man who decides when to have or abstain from sex, it must be by mutual consent. If women were not considered, it would not have given them the alternatives to choose.

By advocating forgiveness for an adulterous spouse, the individual is merely applying the ethos of true Christianity. The "Beatitudes" and the "Sermon on the Mount" (Mt 5-7) are like the constitution of every practicing Christian. In it, Jesus changed the three strikes you are out into 490 times a day, virtually making it impossible to harbor a grudge or rancor against an offensive person in so far as they ask for forgiveness and abandon their evil.
What is monnaie courant nowadays is the lack of forgiveness in marriages, echoed best by the bachelors and spinsters and also the professional divorcees. Who would you consult if you were to run a race:  someone who has never run a race, someone who has lost every race he or she has run, or  would you consult someone who has won all his/her races? Who would you consult if you were searching for the best way to keep your car for long: someone who has never owned a car, someone who has messed up every car they have owned, or  would you consult someone who has kept the same car for donkey years? Which study group do you think would be helpful if you were preparing for an exam? The one made of people who have no clue about the exam, the one made of disgruntled people who have taken and failed the exam one or more times, or would you join the one made up of people who have taken and passed the exam? That is the same way marriage is. Many people are consulting the wrong people (even if they are specialists) to keep their marriages afloat. Consult people who have experienced marital success. 

To divorce is not a guarantee that the next option will be better. At times people have left from the frying pan into the fire. Relationships are like plants; at times they try to die, so you have to put manure, prone the tree and then add more water. In short, you pay it more attention until it starts again to blossom. For it to blossom to a very healthy level that it does not need too much work, one has to pay more attention at the initial stages. Sometimes, your ground is just not fertile, although it looked fertile. We have already decided to farm, we have invested in the seeds and the land, so we have to try our utmost best to make it produce crops for us. We cannot start jumping from one farm to another. That way we will die perpetually farming and never ever being able to enjoy the fruits of our labor. That is why some men and women are like grasshoppers. 

Until then, I wish those who are having bad marriages a happy one.

St Arrey of Ntenako.



“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Sunday, July 27, 2014

This Racist White Woman Called Her “Nigger”!

I read a story from Rawstory about a Florida woman who called her neighbor, “black fucking nigger” in front of the cameras.[1] She said that she is not a racist, but others say that she is. I will narrate some anecdotes and let you be the judge if she is truly a racist.
In 2012, I visited Portland, Oregon. While I was jogging with my friend, I found a cellphone that laid by the corner of the road, so I picked it, especially because I did not want the threatening rain to damage it. I looked at the last two numbers, I called the people and asked them if they knew the owner of the phone. They told me  that they were going to tell him to come and get his phone. While waiting, there were constant bombardment of text messages. Out of curiosity, I read one of them and it said, " nigger, when are you gonna grow up? This is your daughter's birthday, and you cannot call. Aren't you gonna even show up to take her out?" I concluded that it was a mixed relationship because the lady whom I spoke to was white, and now I have this "nigger" right here. I thought the nigger should be an African American or a black guy, at least.  Other insulting text messages were still coming, but now I was merely reading them and trying to interpret why a woman will send a man more than 30 messages (within two hours) if he is not responding. One out of every two messages had "nigger" in it.
Finally, I received a call that the owner of the phone was on his way. He wanted our address. I gave the address, and he came with a bicycle. Like I said, I was expecting a black guy. Instead, it was a white guy who showed up. So I said, “man I did not know that there were white niggers." The guy laughed and replied, “You are very funny. We call each other like that. My Baby mama too is white, but she always calls me, well, we always call each other 'nigger. We call even our white friends that way too."

If the African Americans want this word to disappear, they have to stop using it themselves. They cannot pretend that they have a monopoly to use it. It is hypocritical for the African Americans to claim that they could call themselves niggers but others cannot.
Another time, I met a lady at Walmart crying. I approached her to console her. She told me, “it is my nigger who is making me cry." Five minutes later, I saw a muscular white guy coming towards us. He asked me what I wanted and the lady said, " nigger leave him alone, or I gonna call the police right now." Finally, she explained why she was crying, and the man too explained his own side of the story. I concluded that both of them had other extenuating circumstances that were making them crazy. It is normal. If two people are crazy at the same time, one must feel more hurt than the other. I counseled them, and I adjured the man to be gentle next time.
Therefore, if this woman grew up in a household where "nigger" is used as a communal name or a common insult to everyone, she might not even be a racist, like the ladies in the above stories. Let us refrain from imputing into people's intentions. We don't know their hearts. If they say, “I did not mean it that way," we must believe them. I have had black people say to me, “black fucking nigger.” Are they racists? If she is telling a lie, she has her conscience. It will catch up with her when she goes to the loony bin.

Until then, we are not God to know the intentions of people’s hearts.

St Arrey of Ntenako.




“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Mama Paulina: The People's Nurse.

This was the type of bed in Mama Paulina's room.


Mama Paulina
Years ago, I had a Beti woman who lived just down,  below the little hill from our house in Nkoulouloun, Douala, directly behind Pharmacie Du Rail. She was popularly known as Mamam or Mami Paulina, depending on whether you were Francophone or Anglophone respectively. She had some beautiful girls who thought that no other child was like them or their mother. Their mother had been treating people "au quartier" that she was known to all as "le docteur". If you were looking for a doctor, she was the first whom people mentioned, even though there was another doctor in the quarter.
She was a lanky woman whose cunning and beauty could wheedled the last dime from any patient in a joyful manner. She was a mischievous cocktail. She swindled from anyone who desperately came in contact with her. She was called a doctor, albeit she was only a trained nurse. She had elevated herself to a point where she prescribed medicine, did surgery, had an unlicensed pharmacy and even a clinic in her house. In Goebellian manner, her daughters boasted how their mother was the best doctor in town, and their braggadocio became truism in the minds of her quarries. Unfortunately, Mama Paulina’s ways were not different from those of many nurses from the Lanquintini or any other government hospital in the country at the time. 
Mama Paulina’s husband was a very quiet man with whom I played “damier” (draughtboard;checkerboard) all the time. He was not interested in his wife’s crookery, and he did not even like most of the girls who came there. He always muttered, “elles viennent verser comme elles prennent souvent.” It was a figurative usage for “they are coming to abort just as they conceive.”
One day, when Juliette came to Mama Paulina to tell her that she was pregnant, she looked at her and said, “Ma belle (my beautiful girl), il n' y a pas de problème (There is no problem). Assois-toi (sit here)! On va arranger ca toute suite (We are going to fix everything).” She took the girl into her Pharmacy, gave her something to drink and told her to sleep. After some time, the girl went to the restroom to pass out blood. Then she called her youngest daughter to spray the blood away with a bucket of water. After that, she gave her something for the road.
I just don’t understand how she had all the medicines she sold. Some of them were boldly written, “Échantillons médical à ne pas vendre (medical samples, do not sell),” yet she sold them. She was a Catholic, so I don’t think that she was stealing them. Perhaps, they were medicines that patients did not want anymore. You know how we always shared  our medicine with relatives and friends. Sometimes if she wanted to give you an injection and there were no more syringes, she took the old one, boiled it for some time and then gave it to you. She actually told you that she was boiling it. If you were a male, she sent you to join the husband and play draughtboard (checkerboard) while waiting for her to sterilize her syringe. The ladies were allowed to hang around her as she told them her exploits with men when she was still young.
One day, immediately she reached home, she complained that the world was changing faster. She does not understand how people want to drink medicine now like a hen is eating corn. “Each time they see a tablet, mwam, they swallow.” She said. She was always irritated with patients who were hospitalized in the hospital because that meant she will not be able to take enough medicine home to put in her pharmacy. Her pharmacy had a few types of medicine and at times she gave patients the same medicine for every type of sickness. One day, Mama Paulina was operating someone who had a hernia. The guy was screaming while we wasted our time outside.
Her fees were really cheap, so many people came to her first before thinking about the hospital. If your case was too serious, she will refer you to a specialist and give you a little note. Once the doctor saw that note, they knew what to do with you. She would first ask you if you had money to see the specialist. If you said yes, then she will give you the note. If you said no, she will ask you if you were ready to die. She will frighten you until you will have to go and borrow money or call all your relatives at home and abroad to tell them how your sickness was going to kill you if they did not intervene.
Her clinic had only two beds. If she had given you medications, asked you to sleep a bit and another patient came in, she will yell at you to get up and go to the living room for the other person to use the bed too. She admonished you this way, “ quand tu dors beaucoup (if you sleep too much), la maladie la s’augmente plutôt (the sickness instead increases)." Meanwhile, she just wanted to use the bed. If you were sold a packet of 30 tablets and someone came for almost the same thing and you were still there, she told you to give her the package back. She said, “je t’ai même donné plus (I have given you in excess). Si tu pars boire tout ça (if you go an drink everything), ça va te tuer (it will kill you), et  j’irai en prison (and I will go to prison)." 
In one occasion, Clémence came with a wild type of malaria that forced her to striptease. She was all naked, so Mama Paulina called some guys to hold her down for her to administer some injections and then put her drips too. They held that girl for about 2 hours until she fell asleep. Even people from an aerobics class were not sweating like them.
If she wanted to give you medicine and you request to see the package, she asked you, “tu es aussi médicin ou quoi (are you also a doctor or something)? Pardon, enlève tes main lépreuses avant que tu contamines les autres (please remove your hands of leprosy before you contaminate the others).” That was good enough to make you feel ashamed and just drink whatever she gave you, even if it was mere vitamin C that she was dolling out as medicine for malaria. She accompanied that with a cup of herbal tea from a huge black pot that was constantly on fire. There were all sorts of roots, herbs and even seeds in that pot.
There was a time she wanted to extract someone’s tooth. She could not, so she hired a taxi and sent the guy to Languintini with one of those notes. She told us that the tooth could not come out because, « le gars est envouté au village et les sorciers ne veulent pas laisser sa dent sortir (the guy was bewitched and sorcerers don't want to let the tooth out). Tu sais que les médecins sont aussi des sorciers (you know that doctors are sorcerers too). Ils saurons quoi faire (The will know what to do)." She did not want the people to know that there were things she could not do.
I don’t know if Mama Paulina is still alive. I hope she does because there are some crazy patients. When I think of how helpful she was to the community, I can only say God is great. Without Mama Paulina, many people would have died. There are many people who did not want to go to the hospital because they did not have the high fees to pay the entrance and later buy those expensive medications. If you came to Mama Paulina, no matter your sickness, she gave you un petit quelque chose (a little something), even if it meant for the same sickness. Most of her medicines were for the same sickness, anyway. It was just the first medication that could show up in her hands.
Until then, Mami Paulina was the people's nurse.

St Arrey of Ntenako. 
“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Thursday, July 24, 2014

The God I Serve.



The God I serve created heaven and earth
He neither slumbers nor sleeps.
He never hurries but is never late.
He walks with a pace unfamiliar to humans,
He leaves footprints even if no one sees him walk.
He performs surgery without spilling blood
The only that turns a seabed into a highway.
He turned a selfish bird into a kind chef.
He converted a fish into a submarine,
He has a voice like the groaning of thunder.


The God I serve had only one Son.
He walked like a man but spoke as God.
His Son died to set us free from sin
Horoscope and tarot readers hated him
He read their minds and foretold the future.
Master Lawyer who tore down the three strikes Law
He instituted the seventy times seven times doctrine.
His son’s saliva makes the blind to see.
The IRS will worship Him for not owing taxes
 He orders even fishes to pay his taxes on time.

The God I serve has overruled death
He gave coffin makers bad business
He usually raised up the dead of grieving relatives.
What would it be if he raised others and not himself?
His enemies took advantage of his people’s betrayal
They crucified him but death vomited him on third
He defied gravity and shot straight to heaven after 40.
He will defy gravity to take us home during parousia
Keep trusting in Jesus; He will never fail you.
The God I serve will never fail anyone!


 Hamilton Ayuk, 2014.


“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Have You Been Attacked By The Itchy Ear Syndrome?

This lesson comes from 2 Tim 4:3-4. “For the time will come when they will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts shall they heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears; And they shall turn away their ears from the truth, and shall be turned unto fables.” How many people listen to Dr. Oz? Itchy ear is a condition where the ear itches and always wants you to poke it, so it can feel good. In life, there are many people whose ears like for you to poke them with some feel-good messages. That is why professors who teach well and make students to think are never loved. Those churches that preach feel good messages have many members than the ones teaching the whole truth of the Bible. The honest people don’t have many friends like their lying counterparts. Those with itchy ears will not entertain truth, they will not entertain a contrary view, and they will not entertain a view about reality. All should be about fairytales in fairylands, imaginary things, false claims and untested claims. They think that everything that comes out of their mouths is an opinion, so they always say, "that is my opinion."
Unfortunately, I hate to burst your bubble; it is not everything you say which is tantamount to an opinion. It means that, sometimes you are really just uttering gibberish because it is not everything that comes from your mouth that is equaled to an opinion. Worst still, opinions are not even facts. There are three categories of claims: false claims, untested claims and opinions. A false claim is a statement about the real world which cannot be backed by evidence. An untested claim is a statement that one makes which has not yet been proven. An opinion is an unsubstantiated belief; something you feel is true, but you do not have proofs.  How many times have you heard a pastor say, ‘My wife is the most beautiful woman on earth? ” That is an opinion.  However, when you say that the earth is a square, it is a false claim because we know now that the earth is spherical. Your belief shows that you have itchy ears!
Characteristics of itchy ears. You know you suffer from itchy ears syndrome when you are too gullible to fairytales in fairylands, and you promote endless controversial speculations, rather than advance God’s work. Everything people like Dr. Oz, psychics, prophets, preachers, priests and others say, they always mean something to you more than known facts. You know you suffer from itchy ear syndrome when you respect the commands of men than the commands of God, you get mad each time anyone tells you the truth to your face, your heart has become callous that you hardly hear with your ears, you easily believe delusions, you easily believe a lie, myths and endless genealogies tales. Dark skinned Americans should beware with the quest for DNA in Africa.
Those with itchy ears always become preys to their predators. That is because the predators like the TV evangelists constantly employ the shotgun technique. It is a technique where the predator asks generalized set of questions with the hope that someone will feel touched just as bullets from a shotgun into a pack of monkeys will catch one. The unsophisticated are easily duped because they always carry their problems on their heads. Those who carry their problems on their heads will easily become the prey of evildoers. Another technique that is commonly used is called the Forer or Barnum effect where the predator gives a description that could apply to many people around; although, they are giving it to one person. These generalized statements may be accurate for that individual, but they will mean or affect many more in the audience too. Those with itchy ear syndrome easily tell you that they do not want to hear from you anymore if you will not tell them pleasant things and illusion prophecies. When your quest for ungodliness over shadows godliness, then you already have the disease.
Now, I want to ask you this, “How are your ears?” Simply because you say something neither means that you are right, nor does it mean that it is even an opinion to be taken into consideration. Beware then of thy adulators whose flatteries will only soothe your itchy ears, leading you into the abyss of inutility. Lend your ear to those who sometimes criticize you and expect the best from you. Even if you do not attain perfection; their criticism push you to improve your character and maximize your production.  

Until then, tell me if you are a victim of Itchy ear syndrome.

St Arrey of Ntenako.


  “Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Cameroon Nurses vs American Nurses.


I was recently sick after 24 years of being sickness free. It bothered me a lot. An African proverb says, “If a child does not find out what killed its father, that same thing will kill it too.” I know that I dove very badly into the pool and hurt the side of my stomach that caused me the blood clot, but I could not be indifferent to the treatment I received from the medical staff of Banner Gateway Medical Center in Mesa, Arizona. That is what I am going to share with you. I want to compare their treatment with what I received and heard people receive in Cameroon. 
I was very surprised to see that the nurses constantly came into my room during the day. At night, they were still checking on me. In Cameroon, the nurses would not even visit you. They will only come if you bribe them. They will sit there and cut their nails. Those who pretend to go to church will be reading their church hymnals or “cantiques de victoire.” Cell phones were not rampant in Cameroon in the 90s when I was last sick; however, I do remember that the nurses spent their time visiting with other nurses who had left their wards. They will say things like, “J’ai épousé un chien, il lèche ici, et il lèche la bas. Il lèche par tout, ma sœur !” Her colleague will say, « Mon car est diffèrent; c’est ma belle-mère qui va me tuer dans la maison là. »While life may be different form privately owned hospitals, but my description is exactly what you will find in every government owned hospital. Look at Laquintini in Douala and Hospital Général in Yaoundé, aren’t they the microcosms of my descriptions?
In America, my nurses will come in and check my IV to make sure I am taking the required dose. If it stopped, I had to only press a button, and they will rush in. In Cameroon, the nurse will steal that IV to sell it to another patient, at times in the same very hospital or to cronies and strangers in the neighborhood. If you called them, they’ll not even come! They will look at you and say, “Your friends have died since, what are you waiting?” The nurses in America beg you to take your medication. Sometimes as if the devil was mocking me, the patients will refuse to take their medication, and the staff will be begging them. The patients in Cameroon want to take their medications, but their nurses do not give them. The patients in America do not want the medications, but their nurses cajole or pamper them or at times even secure a court order for them to take them. The nurse in Cameroon will instead be very happy if a patient does not want to take his or her medication. If you want to take all your medications, she will get very angry with you. She will say, “Hey mister, you will die very soon trying to eat medicine like candy. Are medicines now your new bonbon?” It is not because she cares so much; she wants you not to take the medications so that she will sell the rest. I always laughed when my nurses asked me to take my medication in front of them because they want to make sure I actually took them. The Cameroon nurses will even shorten your dosage. If you were to take ten tablets in the morning, they will give you 4 and keep the rest for themselves. That is how some of them have pharmacies without suppliers, or they are suppliers without buying medicines.
Have you been to the maternity in America? The nurses pamper those women as if they drank the pregnancy through their mouths. “If a woman does not fear the penis, why would she fear delivery?” Our people will say. Cameroon nurses take it to another level. They will say, “Ashuka ngong gori; when you were taking it, it was sweet. Now you are screaming ayooh bandeeeh, ayooh bandeeh like a little girl. Was I there when you were taking it? Please push the child out and stop trying to break my eardrums.” She will lecture the expectant mother. Those in America will say, “Oh strong girl, push once more! Oh, I can see the baby, he is coming! Oh yeah, you can do it, push and push!” At times, your husband is right there holding your hands as if delivery is now a community affair. If your husband or you did not bribe the Cameroon nurses, they will not even be around when you deliver your baby. They will be in their rooms. Now that even dogs have cell phones, I hear that they will be on their cell phones. They will be saying things like, “I want to go to America one day, mahh ma! I will shake my buttocks like Beyoncé, and I will work 18 hours a day until they drive me home.” Some of them actually fulfil their dream. When they come here, they work 80 hours a week. That is why only African nurses work most holidays in our US hospitals. They don’t know the word vacation.  
One time, when my nurse was coming to inject me while I was still in Cameroon, she stood almost a mile as if she was aiming for the bull’s eye. Then she threw the injection that landed on my dry buttocks, and I screamed, "ai, ai, ai, ai, ooohhh!” She turned to me and said, “Tais-toi! Tu te comportes comme une femme.” It means, “Shut up, you behave like a woman.” Michele and Andrea at the Banner Gateway Medical Center in America will say, “Hello Hamilton, I am going to make you a little uncomfortable. I am going to prick you a little bit; you will feel a little tingling on our skin.” While she is doing that, she is asking you what you like. Despite my trypanophobia or aichmophobia (pick your choice), I would not even realize that they had given me an injection.  
Those women at the Banner Gateway hospital did their job as their calling. They held conversations with me; albeit to my chagrin because I wanted to sleep. Being in the hospital, I could only sleep with my one eye closed, so I woke up every time someone came in. I was fascinated with the care the people showed me. Nurse after nurse, case worker, chaplain, doctor and specialist came in to check on me as I laid in bed pondering on why I was sick in the first place. In Cameroon, the doctor was like God and the nurses his angels that you could barely see. Americans are really blessed; I hope they know that. You can just reverse it now and say, “Cameroonians are really cursed; I hope they know that.”

Until then, I just wish that Cameroonians will change their mentality.


St Arrey of Ntenako

“Bonyfish beware because the same net that caught the jawless fish, caught the cartilaginous fish” (Hamilton Ayuk). Beware earthly paradise seekers because there is a serpent in every paradise"(Hamilton Ayuk). "It is not how well you know a person; it is how well you treat them that they will live longer and happier with you." Idle people write, idler people read, and idlest people read and whine that idle people are taking their time (Hamilton Ayuk).

Friday, July 18, 2014

Lovina: Bended But Never Broken





There was a woman who lived in the quarters.
She had a child called Lovina from the barracks.
The father was conscripted and ferried to the oil war.
So the barracks made her mother a common whore .
The generals and captains dipping in her arse.
The young bachelors flocking in their mass.
Everybody says Mami Lovina is not thinking.
Only Mami Lovina knew she was calculating.
Edulcorated by nectars, she attended every stag.
One day papa Lovina came back in a bag.
People had different reasons to cry.
Some shed tears of joy for their leftover pie.
Pimps were eying Lovina's theobroma cacao.
She herself has now developed her own motto.
Lovina has not learned it in school.
She saw her mom pinned on the stool.
Let it be her turn to build her stocks up.
She is humping and grinding her way up.

Lovina cherche l’amour à Georgia!
Lovina demande l'amour à Arizona!
Lovina supplie l'amour à Montana!
Lovina a besoin d'amour à Philadephia!


Everybody loves Lovina!
Everybody wants Lovina!
Everybody touches Lovina!
Everybody snifs Lovina!
Oh oh oooooooo Lovina!
Ei ei iiiiiiiiii Lovina!
Ye ye eeeeeee Lovina!
We kehhhhhhhh Lovina!

This girl is the mother of those beautiful daughters.
Gyrating her ikebe and makandi like sea waves.
That was the virgin the society has made a monster.
Giving her soul away to the many men who hover.
Do you see her now making her own decisions.
Men lust for her, but she is their lovely accismus.
During bedmatics she will crawl and moan.
Meticulously calculating every dime to own.
War has brought untold sorrow .
Women and children are like grass they mow.
Villages have been burnt and erased.
Vitativeness is now totally deceased.
After world war I the League of Nations was formed.
After world war II the United Nations was formed.
Young beautiful have been ligated to prostitution.
Yet the canons have continued ratadtadtad in motion.
Syria is burning and Central Africa is glowing.
Hunger and famine's havoc are overflowing.

Lovina cherche l’amour à North Dakota!
Lovina demande l'amour à California!
Lovina supplie l'amour à Nevada!
Lovina a besoin d'amour à
Indiana!


Everybody loves Lovina!
Everybody wants Lovina!
Everybody touches Lovina!
Everybody snifs Lovina!
Oh oh oooooooo Lovina!
Ei ei iiiiiiiiii Lovina!
Ye ye eeeeeee Lovina!
We kehhhhhhhh Lovina!

Lovina decided to go back to school.
She became a lawyer which was cool.
Men who had exploited her now tremble.
Determination will take you up the pinacle.
Lovina in swaps will not die in the swamps.
Lovinas rise and put your hands up for success.
They thought they had given her schadenfreude.
They are finding out she is giving back lebensfreude.
Lovina is now shaking her body with hakuna matata.
Lovina married serious papy so no more wakawaka.
Lovina shouts and dances no more like a mistress.
Little Lovina's father treats Lovina as a special princess.
Let love put your back down and not desperation.
Even if the poor are growing poorer and the rich richer.

Lovina cherche l'amour, wakawaka!
Lovina demande l'amour, wakawaka!
Lovina supplie l'amour, wakawaka!
Lovina a besoin d'amour,wakawaka!


Everybody loves Lovina!
Everybody wants Lovina!
Everybody touches Lovina!
Everybody snifs Lovina!
Oh oh oooooooo Lovina!
Ei ei iiiiiiiiii Lovina!
Ye ye eeeeeee Lovina!
We kehhhhhhhh Lovina!

Hamilton Ayuk 2014.

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