We will be strong
Tough metal resisting fire...

Rich and poor people
Have the same trouble...

It was the perfect ending
To a relationship that...

There is mystery in love
When I am in Africa...

The night with its silver lights
Caresses my window sill...

I packaged their assignments
Neatly arranged for them...

In the workhouses
The slaves are pit...

Even when they all leave me
Even when they say they...

There is a god
Moving in this room...

We have toiled hard
In the sun...

The din inside the ribs shakes
The still atmosphere is replaced...

In the past in Nigeria
Christmas was exciting...