Jesse Ojuka

There comes a time when calls with old friends turns to a grimace on brown bread
Couldn’t hide it even if I covered it with pasta sauce and a fast to the lord.
The mechanic failed because he forgot to dance
And the spider captured because the crow shortened the fuse of the zoo keeper
At the end of the day, its all about timing and ostracise 
I will accept the glitter and glutton in the eyes of despise and prize