Father I want to you something rare,
No father!  Not the beauty I beheld yesterday,
Nor the sweetness of her lips,
Father not the dexterous touch of her hips,
Listen father, please care,
Father I had a nightmare,
Not a masquerade chasing me,
Look my mouth! No sign of amala!
Father out you should hear me.

Father it's my homeland,
The land of my forefathers,
She was helpless,
Couldn't find help, not even by
Our Fathers,
She  restless and careless.
Father my County is dying!
And moses shook his head In disapproval,
Father you are the country.