Why did you have to depart
The sweet aroma of my nose
Just a dots of years when we met
You are no more darling,
I\'m now a wife to a hill of black soil.
Stressful nostalgic moments,
When we held our hands in support
As we adventured the cold streets of Nyahera
When we shaked fingers in plays
This stress gonna kill me soon.
I joined your land as a choice
Kano, the sanctuary of the gods
Where rice keeps birds
While rice and birds kept us
In this beautiful sanctuary
It was mutual
As your love was my love
Your malaria my pneumonia
Your handsome love was enough
Ooh dear! Won\'t you come soon?
But something disturbs alot,
Now listen I tell you
Shape the ears like the rabbits
Attention as the blues in the battle
You left me in a tag of war
Where only the tougher wins,
The piece you left me with
Was taken the very day you smelt a morgue.
As the undertakers surrounded you
Their hearts swarmed on the little
You left for your children.
Your brother AAA, a beast in a jungle
A domestic hyena that walks on two legs
Grabbed the little you left your wife
And children with,
Cocked the bitter towards your
Wife and children.
I also refused the hot life,
He wanted to shoot in me,
He wanted to make me,
An altar for his sacrifices,
The church where he prays,
Ooh the unbearable burden!
Your mother chirped every morning
At my doorstep,
The rare things she did when your
Two legs could stand.
All her words called me names;
The killer of his son
The backwash of her river
The poison of her waters.
Stand and give us a quick response
Of the brigadiers when the duty calls
Your house is on fire
The curtains are inrescued
The only three legged stool
And the springed bed
That you left us with, have caught fire.
My dear husband extinguish this fire
It\'s a pain unbearable,
It\'s a disease I can\'t find it\'s treatment
Oh my love! Rise and rescue your waters
Your river can\'t flow uphill
The ways have been blocked
By the ever piling silts
From the branches of your mother river
Our land is far away from us
The hyenas and lions
With the big belts and bellies
Have widened up the distance
The fare is much on us
We can\'t reach it again.
An eighth acre you left us
Is out of our hands.
Guys in black paraded around it
Like a troop in their assembly.
Saturdays and Sundays
It was under a bargain
Till its deal got done.
The sights beams on the little calf
That its sun rose when yours set
\"It\'s almost\"
The all time phrase of their tongue.
Its days are numbered
Its Saturday almost reaches
When the bosses with papers
Come back home for their vacation.
Your kids nolonger attend the lessons
Their term melted suddenly
Like a subliming iodine
Exposed to a small heat.
Though their hands are dirt\'
Their heads blow candles
But none has to keep them going.
Your brothers and mothers,
A hole that swallows.
Their hands fear serpents
In their pockets,
Because their stomach are red
And their grins are dark.
Olu\' The mater of my ovum
The sire of the so called bitter children
My remover from my fatherland
Come to the rescue of your sper\'
The land is nolonger proper
For your only fruits of a long journey.
Dear Olu\' give us an eye
Or come for us all
The battle is much tough
For a widow so lonely.
Even the tendrils lean on the oak
But in this forest the oaks are burning us.
Seek the permission from Kir\'
The ancestors of our land
So that you rescue your kins
The wounded waters of his branch.