Talking of Africa here is a poem about a young lady in Apapa Nigeria who some of us have actually met, Miss Tombo Mary.
unfortunately I cant remebmer who wrote it
On the coast of Africa where tourists never tour,
The bar was Tombo Mary's where she ruled the roost all day,
Customers were seafarers - keen to spend their pay.
In this one-roomed shanty, with hard mud for a floor,
(Palm fronds on the thatched roof and canvas for a door),
Our black mama Mary - a wondrous female sight,
Would choose a handy sailor for her carnal joys at night.
Raised up on a dias just behind the bar,
(The centre of attention from here to Calabar),
Was a huge four poster bed with linen and fine lace,
Imported from some far off land and taking pride of place.
It`s where Mary held her lover-boy for a torrid night of fun.
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Piccaninnies and the bar staff - at the setting of the sun -
Would sleep below this raft of love,with tassels hanging red,
While the sailor did his duty - in Tombo Mary's bed.
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