Adiaha Adiaha
My wife did call
Give my husband food
And make sure he feels good
Adiaha the maid
Did what she said

Adiaha Adiaha
I'll be travelling
Take care of Sir
Dress his bed
Sweep the house
Feed the kids
Till I'm back
Adiaha the maid
Did what she said

Adiaha Adiaha
The beauty thing
She had time
My wife was always busy
Adiaha the beauty thing
This temptation's too big
Adiaha the maid
Wasn't even paid

Interlude: honey, where are you?
I'm in cameroon
I feel alone
Why? Isn't Adiaha around?
Please come give me food
I'll come next week, Adiaha will give you food

Adiaha  Adiaha
I did call
Come lye on my bed
I feel deserted
Frogs cloaked, ***** crowed
Adiaha Adiaha
The beauty thing was pregnant
Is it my fault?
Adiaha the maid
Did what you said

The efik/ibibio people might call her ADIAHA
THE IGBO'S calls her Ada
A true born African
her hips seals lips
for a thousand words are wrapped around her waist... And
Her chest carries a mountain
A canaan of its own
Flowing with MILK AND HONEY
even Israel can't compete
for her mind has won more battles than JOSHUA ever did with a sword..
Her dark skin tell the tales of her originality..
She is the African salad.. Every man wish to taste..
The young ones look up to her while their mother's reminisce
She  feed lord lugard and Nnamdi Azikiwe even before they knew how to spell their names..
She was there when Ojukwu declared war on her sons and her daughters were made barren..
She is the mother of poets and the inventor of poetry...
Stories were like poems in her mouth even before Hollywood could master the art...
Her tongue had painted more pictures in the heart of her children
so Her HISTORY they never forget
#MAMA_AFRICA