Osemwenoyenmwen Ogbemudia
Like the husband is to the wife
Inseparable because of the vow
So you have been to me
You stick to me like a soul - mate
Well would I have liked the termination of this friendship
I would have loved to divorce you
But you stick to me like a soul - mate
Even a wicked soul - mate
I have known you many days
And it has not been pleasant to me
At times it reduced me to tears
Because of the gnawing in the pit of my stomach
Even when I cried
I could not tell what made me cry to the world
But I could only whisper to the wall
Just like Midas' wife 'it is hunger'