*Let me madly kick the bucket before I drop my spoon and my fork-
*for the sake of my virginity that fell off the back of a truck-.
*who will willingly believe in me that the pastor who preach the cross-
*is the blessed angel sent from heaven to break my hymen with his rock?
*oh Lord in heaven stretch Your Hand angrily to give him a joyfull knock.
*Mother, the lovely singer has gone to join the heavenly choir-
*Father, the drunkhard is drunk to the gin of death- his “sole” desire-.
*Hawking groundnut in the street, a white collar job to raise fifty naira-
*pastor Lucifer called me in, filling my thing with holy ghost fire-
*his hell bell fell in my closed well, tell them or tell Ben the town crier-.
*This sad bad hankie pankie will make me a pure lady of the night-
*in the eyes of those who see pastor Lucifer as a guiding light.
*But the sonorous voice of my tray will not give up this holy fight!-
*My tray will go to court with this blood as my proof to fight for my right!
*my tray will tell the judge of how he read the bible inside my pant.
*May the sun be blessed for guiding me with her light into this saint’s room-
*that baptised and wash my hymen with the milk from his stick of bamboo!.
*How deaf I was when my sandal warned; “he will quench his thirst from your pool!”-
*now my friendly shadow await me at home to beat me with a broom.
*In my head I hear the world exploding; “gboom boom doom goom voom toom koom”.