Sell when you can
For you are not for all markets
Buy when you can
The market won’t stay there forever

Oh! How bitter it is to behold
A sight of happiness and joy
And offered a purchase price even though huge
But only for the purchase price to be rejected

But with persistent demand
S/he vomited: ‘what do you want for God sake?
Truly s/he thought he would never agree
That: ‘I am not good’ does not imply “I am bad”
Even though s/he closely resembles an angel,
Yet s/he says s/he is not at all good

What does a serious mind wants, s/he wonders
Why even coming to this abode s/he reflected

But known to none
I am not too serious and so is s/he
I am not a scholar and so is s/he
What s/he does so do I

The quest for happiness makes obscure the wit
The aura of pleasure makes oblivion the sweet
The ubiquitous nature of her vibe conceals the religion
Yet she thought s/he is not beautiful
What is beauty if not a rose?
Which withers quicker than ever.

What a tomboy s/he suppose s/he is
He is the desire of many damsels s/he thinks
Why should he come to this abode s/he asks?
When damsel are outside waiting to grasp
I won’t deceive you, s/he said
I am not your type s/he concluded.

Sell to me, it is already dusk
I want to buy, lest the market closes
All these matter do not really matter,
The matter at hand is that you matter
more than anyone, you are my type
and you matter most in this matter.

Hidentity is an African