My friend Aduke once told me about a punanee dynamite
How she devoted her time to him and loved him so right
She did everything to please him; she also kept her figure tight
And warmed his insatiable bed every cold and misty night
Prepared sumptuous meals and never served him an over-soaked rice!
Washed his clothes and made them crispy and bright
But the punanee dynamite never saw Aduke's feminine charm and light
He exploded-and he craved for a selfish greater height
He,like Oliver Twist wanted more than poor Aduke could provide


The Punanee Dynamite set out on an adventurous journey
Leaving Aduke behind to face her tears and misery
Day and night he lured punanees into his satin sheets
Punanees of all sorts graced his bed every week
Sucked them dry until his innocent bed refused to creak
And the poor foam became very weak!


To cut the very long story short
Aduke began to hear stories of all sort
About the man she once loved to the core
A man she cared for and totally adored
So one day she visited him but she stood at the door
Because punanee dynamite had an unusual body odour
He had not had his bath in 3 weeks or maybe four
Aduke was so shocked
And when she asked why; the Punanee Dynamite said "I ate a very poisonous one"

Composed by Ejim Blessing