Couple of failures,
You would think my mistakes married.
Little girl, New nameplate ‘Miss Carried’.
You can draw conclusions, from the way her eye lashes,
That she so hot she gave the streets heat rashes;
Na her work oh, the boys will tell stories.
Bunga-what?! She dey plot to build storeys
When she pass you, blame it on JAMB lesson
No be railway, she ha lost her home training
There was no bad gang, she was good alone.
Even the church people had said their own.
Father getting farther, wharris all dizz?
Poisonous music and movies became her mind’s meat.
Bread of Life,
baked in the oven of a virgin
That good news, now we’re broadcasting
Peace came, and cut her the whole loaf.
IfeJesu, carved out the whole truth.
Yeah, she Nielly ran but Chinonso
Godswill is that the girl glow
That the air tell news of the truth you see
Ama cut CaP till an Alex slander me
Father Father, Nnannam oh
You reaped what I sow
I don’t have to bicycle.
I don’t have to buy sickle.
No matter what hospital.
I will look em in eye shout ‘Horse spittle’
And they dull so they’ll miss it too
Enwekwam UbaAmara, ills are a small issue.
…Ills are a small issue.
In other news, back to Miss Carried.
Those her bad habits, they have seen harpic
Kids don’t come, now they calling her barren.
But her eyes on the Lord and the years passing.
…and the years passing.
Thirteen years, her belleh swelling.
All her friends say, ‘Bae, you are just adding.’
Already we know the story
Its Hannah and its my Auntie
The prayers we’ve forgotten
Are ripe for manifesting
I know that he’ll always hear me
Signed: Jesu Christi.
Through The Niel.