"And then the day came when the risk to remain...
Music is food for the soul.
The Lugbara call it "ongo...
I have never seen JESUS,
Even if the Bible says HE can save us...
Not a day goes by without severe regret,
Spending every moment I can trying to repay this...
How dear are the blackish hours when by
A beautiful soul I pass at dark night...
Flu, Common Cold or Influenza torments,
But when you wear a warm cloth around your neck...
When there is no rain,
People complain that it is too hot and dry...
I can eat anything except fresh blood and human...
If I was to choose my Favourite Food...
I had dreams of becoming a footballer,
Doctor or trucker...
The birds of imagination,
no doubt or hesitation...
We are human beings and ought to be here for each...
as revercently, as lovingly...
They smuggled oil from Congo,
Then sold it and got sacks of money...