You are like a god,
A symbol of authority...

Harmattan is the dry season in Africa
In the North the mallams...

The music is in me,
draws me into myself...

In the past in Nigeria
Christmas was exciting...

The voyagers beheld the sky intently
'Will it rain...

Calls in the moon
With thoughts of desired love...

My little brother,
I sympathize...

They thought I was a thief too
Get those handcuffs jiffily...

Struggles with pain
And disappointment are killing...

A spear
Long...

Till dusk tomorrow
You play your lute...

Dictatorial bombast preaching
Revolution...