What kind of title is this?
Boluwaji won't believe this?
Chinedu 'll scream holy shit,
Danjuma 'll shout foul,
And Shalom 'll say, "I didn't teach you this".
Oh, My Manhood!
Even if i sound obscene,
My dear brothers
Lend me your ears.
For a long time
I have sought a satisfactory answer, nay reason
For the early morning erection I experience daily,
Yet, it isn't because I'm usually in the warm embrace of a naked beauty in bed
Or that I regularly journey to the world of the great Venus
Hmm! I hear it's a call to the dawn of a new day.
But is our 'organs' not a useful endowment, a special gift from our Creator?
So, why do brothers abuse, throw their into pools?
Why do brothers play deaf to sermons, divine injunctions and rules?
No wonder in ignorance, they take ladies of the night for fools.
It is proof of a man's virility,
So a friend once cooed into my ears
But is it enough for men to lust after women with reckless abandon?
These men keep counting numbers,
Of the ladies they have bedded
For sex is the only food that satisfies their sexual hunger
As their insatiable urge keeps getting stronger
But they forget they are not getting younger.
These men visit Cafeterias
In hysteria and engage in raunchy acts
They frequent hotels, et al
Where they squander money like water
And with pride, they mouth they machoism,
While also announcing their 'arrival' and hippy mentality
But little do they know
Their warped sense of pleasure
Will soon drag them into bottomless pit of pains
When they contract the dreaded STD.
But let's all take a voyage around true manhood;
It doesn't corrupt its hood
It doesn't cause virgins to stumble
It doesn't bring mature ladies in trouble.
So, dear bachelors,
Seek not pleasure in sexual healing
For it keeps you some distance away from your treasured dreams.
Won't you lend me your ears,
Lover boys
Whose 'organs' leap at the sight of strippers,
Whose 'organs' bounce, halla...
Whose eyes glitter at the opening of condoms,
Whose conscience seize when they are away from prying eyes?
In their lust, their manhood has
Defiled so many....
Messed up beautiful dreams in their gestation
Rewritten destinies for the worse
So, why follow in the footsteps of the fallen heroes?
Why not read Wale Shammah's poem titled 'Fallen heroes'?
Oh! My Manhood, I prophesy,
That you will plant seeds of virtues, good values in humanity
That you will not father Hophni and Phinehas
That you will not reenact the Biblical Prophet Eli's misadventure again.
Beloved brothers, beware
The true test of your manhood,
Lies not in its length and breadth,
Thickness or thinness,
Ability to explore all arenas and corners,
Or the tick-tock of time wasted in bed
But behold, it lies in your changing the world positively,
Before you breathe your last!
