Maga, Mumu, Mugu
Those were the names
girls called guys
As guys ran up and down
Doing her bidding,
Picking her bills,
Fulfilling her wishes,
Cakes and juice by noon
Chips and fish by evening
Sharwarma and chicken every weekend.
Driver, Escort, Handyman
Were some of the other titles
driving from Aja to Palmgrove,
Ferrying her to birthday parties,
To the office and
The hair saloon,
Market, , swimming pool
And everywhere in between.


Now, to be free, marry them

, transformed,
To husband, spouse and lord,
Now she is cook,
Serves it thrice a day,
Spicy and hot.
She is my cleaner too
Sweeps, mops, cobwebs,
Scrubs, dusts and vacuums
Life is good
I tell you.

Best of all we get it free
No brazillian hair,
No shopping lists,
No cash in hand,
No long thing,
no complaint
In the shower
On the couch

What's ur point?? Marriage becomes hell for women??