1. You have really done well
You have kept your virginity
Now we can give you out in good name
Papa Ojoula
Come, come and listen to good news
Let the prekese boast of its own aroma
Ojoula tell him, that which you just worded
Papa, I tasted the banana in primary six
It was Sumpa, my brother
He convinced me, I liked it
We did it again and again
Mum, wipe those tears
Yes this is the good news
You had no heart for it
Papa has, though he will slap
I still know he has.
2. You took me to church on Sundays
Placed me in the Bible quiz team
Made sure I grew in the church
I told you Mum, thanks for the church
I shall never depart from this gift
Now you have heard and seen me
In black suit, white shirt and tie
Seated with the men around that table
With the big book, you crave to know
Whether it was a Bible
No Mum, am sorry, it is the codex gigas
Jesus couldn’t save me when the church ended.
3. You never listened to me
You never wanted to know me
You were into their world
So you also said some
“Go to school, get good grades, job and you rich”
What can I do to please Mum?
That question bought you a new son
Far different from the one you had raised
Those white papers with A’s and few B’s
Those that made you smile and called me proud son
They were just typed results from the café behind
4. Look, that was Sister Gloria’s daughter
The one who just aborted a baby
She will soon be suspended in the church
Am glad you pointed only a finger at her
And the remaining four pointed straight at me
I was responsible for her pregnancy
She kept quiet because I had to make you proud
Mama, am sorry all these Years
I have been making you proud
Now can you be proud of me too?
Written By: Oppong Clifford Benjamin
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