Help
Oto, help Oto,
Help
Oto, mother,
Help
Oto, brother,
Have
pity on Oto,
Pretty
pain are mine feels,
Make
to be settled on,
Palace
chair with wheels.
If you
give me no share,
A push
is help to my chair,
Why is
me, who
Mola
did not care?
It wasn’t
like this before,
It is
just after let every thing go,
Why did
I do this,
Why Ooooh!
Now,
I’ m realising,
What
I harvest,
So I
sow.
If the
life is hiden, I
I haven’t
found it,
Till
I married ignorance,
What
the prettiest wife?
She bore
me a zero, zilch, nada!
A
wonderful first born,
My
family was much blessed,
To get
a baby girl, pove
She always
thinnest,
My second
born,
Sadly
her mother advanced old,
After
the earth, pove can’t hold.
Love
knows no fear,
A gain
I married,
A traditional
girl,
And she
said is named beers,
I always
need money,
To take
her.
But something
I wonder,
I am
not sure if she has true love,
Any time
I take her,
Makes
me so crazy,
Makes
me fall on mad roads,
She always
says,
She can
show her true love,
Focused
on my wallet.
Want
not true love be lost,
I want
her at any cost,
Cause
she bore for me,
A famous
baby boy,
I baptized
him, Robb
Whatever
I visit with Robb,
People
screaming Robb! Robb!
Rescue
him not, put him to death.
The
padlock of,
Mine
eyes now opened
For go
and go ever makes goal,
So and
so made me,
A family
with three children,
And forever
pays, Oto Soo,
By
THE GREAT WRITTER: NGOWI, Noel J
A STUDENT
OF LIVINGSTONE BOY’S SEMINARY.
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