On the day my father died
i should have been laughing...

Oil is like gold
Similar hue...

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

Novelty requires strength;
We need to be strong...

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

So many people
Do not have a home...

The north is a Savannah
The south is a sea...

You cannot have grasped the quandary
The elections must hold...

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

Once I was the son
Of a king...

My jaw is full of rashes
Oh-ho...

Sometimes I wonder if
People understand me...