I will call you Mama Peace
With your mouth so full of shit and piss
Ah! We hiss;
Spoken word not poetry,
Only pieces of wasted grammar,
And the several kra-ka in Okrika!
No peace only a rest in peace!
Ah-ba Mama! Take it easy!
Mama Peace I believe your weight
As you boss all and many your tampoons.
Oh! My commanding wife you have destroyed my life!
Now I have shoes to waka from Abuja
Now it is time to go back to Otueke.
Chai! Chai!!
Diaris God O!
Diaris God O!!
Diaris God O!!!
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