KASAZILE

  Oh my dress My dress, I'm sorry I cut you short Gone are the days I put you on Learnt on internet should cut you short A slit under buttocks pretty naked fashion! Men don't detect if they don't see legs A cleavage and a little nakedness I'm dressing sexy to seduce my boys Oh my dress! You're no longer my choice I put on in the rural village In city store for my old-age Design' design short design It wasn't my idea, I bought it online Oh my dress scenic  is no longer my cake  I had to streamline you for my gram Followers love curve; you don't reveal my cake I'm cutting you short for a bit sexy post on gram 

            The Father of My Girl    Your absence stabs mucher than a knife peek How much I desire these images would speak Everyday they stare at me and say it was beautiful! One said, the thing we did at the altar was so cool. The man I married the man I happily wedded  Ten years later I still miss the nights we beded  Your community knows til death do us part I'd not agree for D even if you'd tore me in parts The legal father of my girl; a girl you didn't make And I can't disclose it. Secreting the truth to the grave I left to work oversea for you and for my girl's sake  She's big now post graduating and married with Dave   The man I married, it's been 6 years since I left And I'm so sorry for leaving with your conjugals I miss every bit of you each time my inn get wet Picturing honeymooning nights I giving you my alls

After elections I will need you as much as I need you now! Pray peace  Preach peace  Speak peace <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-4343313269690969"      crossorigin="anonymous"></script>

With nothing they came  With a large luggage they left With little little shop-stuff they came With a lot shamba-stuff they left It's a vacation! They off the bus with their bags With a fake-smile we give them hugs And exclaimed, welcome for your vacation! We unbox the boxed for us Bread cakes and drinks with carbon gas They lured kids with gums and sweets And no work, they daily dressed in suits  Harvesting knows  knows not the sow Sack of a cereal a bucket of a potato  Bunches of bananas several sugarcanes Carried everything and left us their names  <script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js?client=ca-pub-4343313269690969"      crossorigin="anonymous"></script>