LABELS - HE IS YORUBA ANGEL, DON'T DOUBT IT?

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My shoes are always on point, authentic leather, perfectly polished.
My suits are dope, I wear my clothes and not the other way around.
Perfect fit, handsome figure and of course my diction is polished.
I’m not trying to be proud, just stating it the way it is – Fact
I’m the kind of guy you call quality, but my quantity is right as well
If you don’t believe in my quantity just ask my wife she will tell you
I’m the kind of guy you call hot, sexy, a Yoruba angel all through
What I don’t understand is this misconception that I face occasionally
I know I’m yummy and some ladies call me a dish
Afang Soup, Efo Riro, Edika-ikong, Tuwo Shinkafa, Masa, Oha soup.
I’ve been hailed even as the all-round party jollof rice – so wrong!
Hey! Just because I’m nice and get along with everyone
Doesn’t mean I’m your Mr. Right. – the ring on the finger should prove that
I am married and please stop saying I don’t look like one
I refuse the status quo of the pot-bellied equivalent of married
No pun intended to others – Even my wife isn’t harried
So, don’t be a nag and desist from this societal tag
That all married men have side chick(s) – I’m not a saint but I stick to my vows.


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Olanrewaju Oluwatosin Racheal pen name 'Tosraheal' is an avid reader and a budding young writer, she loves art and likes to dabble in different creative works. 
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