When the mood is high
And you to run away with yourself...

God was cooking
He put the fuel...

Lapping up with
its red tongue...

A sigh from the heart
Alarms me; it is...

There are codes
Of conduct to be kept...

Fires on the Savannah
crisp crackling and red heat...

Ascribe him a name
And say it aloud...

New money has come
We buy garri for ten kobo...

The land is in Asia
It is called India...

In that war
We fought bravely...

In the dusk
Hunts for human blood...

When I was younger
I used to think...