Omo`oja. (Child of sorrow)

Twelve months has gone, Swells stomach has not rest. You did not miss the road. Because the DNA rains in you.
Come out and walk in your soil. The guts that carried you since, Are now bored,impatient and weary. And legs slender,slim like candle.
This oil soil,which others gladly walked.
Even though we are from the suburbs. You just lie in there hearing her words. Are you scared of the crowded globe? Even if our own hands are tight.
Why not still come? Come to your world. We Will still carry you like a king.