It is her wedding today,
The bridal maids have worn...

At that hour when day is
Bifurcated from night...

I am quarreling
With security...

All my life I have been searching
For the girl that would make me wobble...

This is a tale of two birds
Sitting on the wall...

When we
Wait...

The first day of our week
Is my birthday...

Born bastard,
Beast of no nation, gender or tribe...

When you are asked to choose
Between love and money...

We are the jewels of the Sudan,
We who know something...

I will tell a story
About today...

That is the source of her jealousy -
Where can I find a man like Sam...