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THE OLD MAN

Ti ni ni tan a na, biko lo biko
Voices of the children playing reached me
An old man of many years thinking about death
Sitting on a cane chair in my sauro
Overlooking the dusty road of my ungwa
Where development have come and gone
Yet the mud houses still remained
Babu damuwa… Voices in my head echo
That which has a beginning has an ending

I am the old man of premium times
I have witnessed transformation and pure politricks
In my youth I have drawn blood in self-righteousness
To see the candidate of my dream elected
Whose promises were plenteous and inspiring
“The adult can go back to school with the children”
Yes!!! I had always wanted to squat on the taburma
My slate in hand dressed in all white
With my white skull cap on my head
Recite with the teachers as they pass on knowledge
Hold the mysterious pen that wields power

Here am I sitting in my sauro
Years of sweat and following sweet words in vein
I have seen the ruling of many leaders
Yet I still can’t hold the mysterious pen
I have heard the songs of new jingles
Of praises of an inspiring leader
Youths killing themselves over the enticement
Of words coated in sugary flavour
I have seen youths abandon their dreams
In pursuit of this dirty game called politics
I have seen houses divided
Blood spilled without remorse
And if by chance sense is attained
It will be too late to go back in time

Pass me that keg of palmwine
While I drown my sorrows and think of the future
Sitting and hearing the children play
Right in the sauro of my house
While the street remains dusty
Devoid of any development
Politricks a do-or-die affair..
I wonder if I will find that in paradise
When I close my eyes to sleep for eternity

THE OLD MAN

Ti ni ni tan a na, biko lo biko
Voices of the children playing reached me
An old man of many years thinking about death
Sitting on a cane chair in my sauro
Overlooking the dusty road of my ungwa
Where development have come and gone
Yet the mud houses still remained
Babu damuwa… Voices in my head echo
That which has a beginning has an ending

I am the old man of premium times
I have witnessed transformation and pure politricks
In my youth I have drawn blood in self-righteousness
To see the candidate of my dream elected
Whose promises were plenteous and inspiring
“The adult can go back to school with the children”
Yes!!! I had always wanted to squat on the taburma
My slate in hand dressed in all white
With my white skull cap on my head
Recite with the teachers as they pass on knowledge
Hold the mysterious pen that wields power

Here am I sitting in my sauro
Years of sweat and following sweet words in vein
I have seen the ruling of many leaders
Yet I still can’t hold the mysterious pen
I have heard the songs of new jingles
Of praises of an inspiring leader
Youths killing themselves over the enticement
Of words coated in sugary flavour
I have seen youths abandon their dreams
In pursuit of this dirty game called politics
I have seen houses divided
Blood spilled without remorse
And if by chance sense is attained
It will be too late to go back in time

Pass me that keg of palmwine
While I drown my sorrows and think of the future
Sitting and hearing the children play
Right in the sauro of my house
While the street remains dusty
Devoid of any development
Politricks a do-or-die affair..
I wonder if I will find that in paradise
When I close my eyes to sleep for eternity

DISUNITED

My eyes no dey see each other
Yet dem be best of friends
My ears no dey hear each other
Yet one pain na the other pain
My lips dey together
Both for blessing and to look for trouble
My nose get two hole
No be because one no fit breath alone
Everything for my body na two
Even my head na two... Outer and Inner layer
The only thing wey be one
Still get two ball soldiers wey stand guard

Why I no go talk my mind
Why I go drink yet my eyes still dey see
Wetin I never hear before
Even nature self dey against us
Today you go hear boom
Tomorrow you go hear schiaaan!!!
When cutlass scratch ground
Na only the ground dey wait see who hold am
Na wetin my people fight for be this
Abi na wetin Our leaders preach be this

Like play play Nigeria don dabaru
You look around, everything don scatarru
Mother earth dey vomit flooding
Wetin we never hear dey happen
School children dey die innocently
Yet you say make I keep quite
One drum of palmwine na wetin I need
Na the only thing wey go calm me down be that

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE WITH BLOOD

(IN MEMORY OF THE MUBI VICTIMS)

DISUNITED

My eyes no dey see each other
Yet dem be best of friends
My ears no dey hear each other
Yet one pain na the other pain
My lips dey together
Both for blessing and to look for trouble
My nose get two hole
No be because one no fit breath alone
Everything for my body na two
Even my head na two... Outer and Inner layer
The only thing wey be one
Still get two ball soldiers wey stand guard

Why I no go talk my mind
Why I go drink yet my eyes still dey see
Wetin I never hear before
Even nature self dey against us
Today you go hear boom
Tomorrow you go hear schiaaan!!!
When cutlass scratch ground
Na only the ground dey wait see who hold am
Na wetin my people fight for be this
Abi na wetin Our leaders preach be this

Like play play Nigeria don dabaru
You look around, everything don scatarru
Mother earth dey vomit flooding
Wetin we never hear dey happen
School children dey die innocently
Yet you say make I keep quite
One drum of palmwine na wetin I need
Na the only thing wey go calm me down be that

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE WITH BLOOD

(IN MEMORY OF THE MUBI VICTIMS)

DISUNITED

My eyes no dey see each other
Yet dem be best of friends
My ears no dey hear each other
Yet one pain na the other pain
My lips dey together
Both for blessing and to look for trouble
My nose get two hole
No be because one no fit breath alone
Everything for my body na two
Even my head na two... Outer and Inner layer
The only thing wey be one
Still get two ball soldiers wey stand guard

Why I no go talk my mind
Why I go drink yet my eyes still dey see
Wetin I never hear before
Even nature self dey against us
Today you go hear boom
Tomorrow you go hear schiaaan!!!
When cutlass scratch ground
Na only the ground dey wait see who hold am
Na wetin my people fight for be this
Abi na wetin Our leaders preach be this

Like play play Nigeria don dabaru
You look around, everything don scatarru
Mother earth dey vomit flooding
Wetin we never hear dey happen
School children dey die innocently
Yet you say make I keep quite
One drum of palmwine na wetin I need
Na the only thing wey go calm me down be that

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE WITH BLOOD

(IN MEMORY OF THE MUBI VICTIMS)