This is the era were small girls have big gods
Behind closed doors, tucked under sheets 
They do nothing by surrendering everything
Where do you think the iPhone came from?
There is really a good God behind the scenes.

Small girl big God, this is complex simplicity 
Where did these shoes and bags come from?
You think a prayer is real enough to conjure 
A crumb of bread on the tables of slayqueens?
You think they find nourishment in church?

Indeed small girls have a Big God, Gods rather
The mystery of a divine tryst can be understood 
In this Buhari economy, let sleeping dogs snore 
Pray your pocket is deep enough to touch her
Empty well then you will be termed 'Big God'

But how can we resist this so called small girls?
When their skimpy things beckon seductively 
They move to and fro with enticing swagger 
Devourers of gods, who can break this spell?
Small girl indeed, tamer of Big things and things.