When love sprouts its stubborn head
Your bedsheets and pillows will be thorny on bed
Until you reduce your heart loads
Until you conquer the misery of the crossroads
Before the mirror, I clad my heart with a gown of courage
"Na man you be", I console my image
Have no fear for Nkechi and her taste
She's just a product of copy and paste

I shall look Nkechi in the eyes
And tell her I love her
And tell her to marry me

But Nkechi’s shoulder is colder than North Pole
My words will drop into the black hole
She's a gorgeous goddess but lacks a smile
Love grows tough on the manure of her heart
How can my blooming balloons of love
Camp on the thorns of her heart?
Am I ready to roll stones from base to summit?
Nkechi’s wahala, I'm humbled by the weight of it

How do I look Nkechi in the eyes?
And tell her I love her
How do I tell her to marry me?

To toast Nkechi alone is a big trouble
Her heart is a heap of giant rubble
I can't stand her devilish grim
But I have come to the edge of my dream
Her heart reads "do not tamper"
Even if I am burnt by the flames of her temper
My soul is toughened by the raw flint of hope
I'm resolute to walk on this tight rope

And I will smile as I shall look Nkechi in the eyes
And tell her I love her
And tell her to marry me

Abi no be man go marry her?
Even if she rides an SUV and I don't own a car
Don't worry, I've bundled my poverty into small folds
I'll borrow a suit, pluck a flower and act bold
My flesh, spirit and soul are ready for this task
To receive her heart and love, all I need do is ASK
I have gauged myself from hair to my sole
It's my love for Nkechi that fans the fire in my soul

I shall look Nkechi in those flamy eyes
Handover the flower with "I love you"
And say "will you marry me"

Na man u be.. Look her in de eye joor.