I could not close my eyes.
Sleep, a thief stole me.
If you say no, then
you are afraid.
This life is not sweet.
Inside,
there is always sourness.
We have arrived,
and everyone cried.
no reason to cry.
If you asked,
The answer is the leaders.
wow! I couldn't understand.
Who is it that is restricting us?
It's us; we've made it hard for us.
No, it is our leader.
hmm!
We don't like the truth.
We really want cheaters.
who promise to make meat pumps for us.
our vote-buyers.
They are the buyers of our rights.
We know them and refuse to fight them.
because of poverty and starvation.
They created poverty and hunger.
to collect honey from our bees.
They created a conflict.
In the south-east,
there is a biafara.
In the south,
there are militants.
In the south-west,
there are OPC and Afinafere.
In the north-east, there is boko haram.
In the north-west, there are some kidnappers.
In the middle of the north, there are forest bandits.
So which one will we endure?
And how do we do it?
There is bitterness in this life.