FAR CRY OF THE EAR
I can’t marry you as a husband
Because you have caused me so much pains,
You are also too thinny and noisy for my liking
But friendship can be better than marriage.
No! You must marry me or I will
Keep singing to you the love song
When you are asleep until you
Accept my proposer as your husband.
I shall not give you Freedom until I marry you.
Then shall I chase you away from my home.
You said I am primitive and does not befits you,
I pour out the water of my heart to love you but
You treated me like a foolish mad woman.
And you said you needed modern things not me,
I don’t love you any more, dear mosquito.
I need my freedom, the song of you should always
Be a song of praise not of hatred and rudeness.
You must love me ear or forever be my slave,
An enemy to you and your primitive generations.
Woman of Africa, who says you are not pretty anyway?
All I needed is you whether pretty or ugly, my heart. Skips a beat at the sight of your beauty.
I must marry you my dear ear or forever be my slave.
I can’t love you anymore Dear mosquito
But if you insist in my affection,
Be ready to die before your time on my ear.