After the hard journey of my life in Africa,
Today i am enjoying my days with my uncle.
My white uncle did his best to get me into the U.S.A.,
And out of Africa with love we do share our ideas together;
All the same, it is very nice to have a great person like him.
I am dark in comlexion and he is fair in complexion,
But the ture love of life is about colours;
And together we are very glad today.
Listen to their demands and appoint them a Queen!For i am an impressive and a beautiful woman;And your muse is very delicious and beautiful as well.The lion roared an i heard your voice,So i do not have to ask of your name;Because i am ‘Yaya Busanga’ from Nima!There is what have been kept from you…
Of the graph and the muse,Like the works of an act to swing about;But my imaginations are for you my sweet one.Of the graph and my style,Intelligently plotted with your love to meet my heart;But as a novelist, i have the touch of the writer’s pen.You are the graph of my love and,The writer’s pen…
Ha-ha-ha! ! !The Blue Butterfly is now flying around my garden of aroma,And i hope to stop her one day to ask of her name;For true love is all that i see in her wings!
For the young woman was very beautiful around you.I will affirm your words,I will affirm your love,I will affirm your romance,I will affirm your passion,I will affirm your emotion,I will affirm your kiss,Like a vow to your maidservant.‘I alone am left of all the prophets of Yahweh but,The prophets of Baal number 450 men’!Do not…
And i am here to stay the night with you my love.The mouth of the just brings forth wisdom and,The mouth of the wicked speaks forwardness!But i am here to stay the night with you my love.
For there is party in your blood!
