I woke up to an empty space, Lost in thought I saw an opposite face. Feel me..keep me….teach me. Hold me..touch me…..don’t leave me. Life often can be lonely, Seemingly smooth but very boring . Is the first sign to feel and flee? When surely
I for say make I talk About the Abiku life we dey live Sight yesterday, not today Water self no gree stay But I no go talkI for say make I talk About the traps we get as roads wey go chop sacrifice today
We know him by his two-matched tribal marks On both clay cheeks, the elder citizen, And by how he has chairmanned a spot with a chair he never changes Just in front of his hollow, half-alive house. His back is breaking, his legs show
