Days of
endless struggle,
Striving
hard to earn something,
Working hard;
like there is no tomorrow,
Nìnù òrùn àti ń gbà òjò.
I felt that
every person is better than me,
Confused
mind, cluttered thinking,
Àbi ìrù àyie wó ré!!!
I plan
giving up to the ghost.
I told my
friends to introduce me to their source of income,
Wôni kìn yé dull àràmi,
For me to be
a man, I must sacrifice a man,
Haa!!!!! Ìrù
àyie wó ré!!!
Bobo wise
up; ògùn owó is the way.
Ògùn owó!!!
Why will I
not do it?
When my
friends are making it already,
Driving
expensive cars……living luxurious lives.
Yet we grew
up in the same dwelling,
Ìrù orì wó mómù wàyé?
Why is my
own different?
Hmm!!! Kadara le yi abi Ayanmo?
I voiced
out; guide me through, am ready.
……we seek
the Babalawo,
Where we
make different expletive of no going back,
Or exposing
each other secret.
Now have
made an oath,
Of no going
back
The only way
is to sacrifice my mother
Either I run
mad or use her.
Haa!!! Iyami!!!
The only one
who carry me for nine month,
And breast
feed me for good two years,
The only one
who stand by my side through my though time.
She’s now needed
to be sacrifice,
Confused mind….Cluttered thinking,
No choice
than to kill mama for wealth and fame,
Have made an
oath.
You killed
mama for wealth and fame,
Now your evil
work’s has boomerangs,
You become
mentally unstable,
Looking
tattered on the street in designer rag.
Now what is
your gain? After you killed her,
The woman
you claimed you love so much,
Now your
friends are the one spending your blood money
Adieu to
your blood money!!!!
NB: there’s a Yoruba adage which say “mawo ago alago sare”. This adage has a lot of hidden meaning related to it; a lot of people life has ruined just because they can't wait for their time. A lot of people life has being ruined by the people they call friends. You don’t have to look at other people achievement but instead make yours. You don’t have to do dirty works before you can make it in life. You don’t have to sell your soul to the devil before you build your dream house, you don’t have to sell your pant for the love of IPhone x, tell me what will be your price when IPhone Z get launched? You don’t have to kill mama, just because you want to ride to Quilox with the girls, you don’t have to kill papa just because you want to be famous. It is never possible for you to seek the help of the devil and go scot free; it will surely request for something important which will later boomeranged. But instead work hard and pray, God never leave our prayer unanswered.
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