We no longer eat together
Now it is becoming a strange culture
Brothers sitting round their meal
Feasting together without any rancour
Sisters struggling over the remnant in the pot
We no longer eat together

What bind us together no longer exists
How can we be brothers when we eat separately
How can we have mutual respects when our plates are marked for identification
We no longer eat together

I remember my home when I was a child
Me and my brothers sitting round a bowl of Eba and soup
The Eldest laying the meat or fish in a plate
We pick according to our age brackets
I miss the time I had to eat with my Brothers
Even though we were of separate mothers
We exchanged saliva and our love become stronger

How can I ever forget the waterleaf garnished with moulded melon
How can I forget when we put water in an aluminium bowl (abo eleta).
How can I forget the time the Elders will wait for the youngest to go get additional rations
How can I ever forget the cookings when Ajino-moto was in vogue
We graduated to A-One seasoning
There is a meal you can never get over
If it is moin-moin made with Ajino-moto

The era we consume home made meal
Now men and women prefer eating outside
Go to every corner loaded with people in grades
We have learnt selfishness instead of selflessness
We have embraced greed instead of life of service
All because we will rather lock ourselves behind bars to eat
We no longer eat together
We no longer love like before.