The Prostitute (ÁSHÉWÒ): The Runs Girls On The Street -By Faruq Ibrahim Olaoti

From one man to another! what profit you, oh you beautiful lady
Dwelling in his house but seeking another thing
Craving for gold and diamonds, which are nothing but clumps of vanities
Tell me where thou will go next!
You have dashed your sweetness to a stranger
Whose heath is not known to you
And august birds, who care of nothing but bore
In and leave, when brighter weather appears.


From one house to another you fly like a bird
let not wandering your nature be discontinue this fatal trade
Closing all genuine eyes that cherish you
Resist your prudent but mind pledging
To pimps and destroy your future generations
Be not a hypersexual lass
Your action would lead you to and; and regret would bath thee at last.


Do settle you “Sheila”, or slow in this awful habit
And cease charting his crooked paths
Walking shamelessly every night beside the street
Like shrikes on their station, stop and stay in an elevated position
Fornication is not a career
If you think it is, then; the aftermath brings no reward


Beauties are like flowers
They fade like the setting sun
And when they do, your glinting hue withers
Your breast would bow, and your freshness shall be withdrawn.


Oh you beautiful damsel
Cease that moonlight games and abode here
Where you shall ever remain and live
To be the mother of many generations.
For a prostitute is a horrible and odious habit.

Faruq Ibrahim Olaoti, is a 100-Level student of Political Science at Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto.