More Than Death

The things I fear
More than death:

In the end,
Not to have lived at all

For my young ‘uns
That they be not robbed of innocence
Ere they grasp
The ‘What,’ ‘When,’ Why’ and ‘How’

Of my Maker
That my name be found not
In His Book of Life

Oh, these things, I fear
Much more than life itself
Or even the absence of it

Fine until tonight

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Mama o!
Come quickly o!
Something happened to me tonight!
Something tells me I was conned

Mama o!
Come quickly o!
You said it was alright o!
Tonight I would become a woman

Mama o!
I will not call you a liar o!
But you never said there’d be pain
Or that I’d be ripped open

Mama o!
You swore to me!
Oga Chachu’s wives would take care of me
They would be my mothers and aunties

Papa o!
I will not call you a thief o!
But did you just sell away my innocence
In exchange for beer, yams and a goat?

I have been robbed o!
Help o! Somebody! Anybody!
I was fine until tonight o!
Then he took away what’s mine.