A heart that soars for the tropical sunshine
Is never a bait of the dried wine.
Your moves shakes the wall of
Africa throughout its rivers.
This her loves throw up a cheer that saddens a list of lusts...
I'm lucky
I'm lucky...
She is the daughter of the loamy soil!
Your eyes strikes my innocent heart
A breath from your heart cools a man's boiling hot and hurt heart
Your African shapes attracts my memories into a bliss above the land
When we take walk through the wilderness, it is like a billion years in paradise
No fears of attacks because your stay makes us defeat a pride of lions
Your shiny skin represents my flag of prosperity twinkling along the bliss of my memory edges.
My soul cries when he sees you're away into the savannas to get vegetables,
smiles when it feels a close of your shoulders,
rejoices when that African moves blows in gleams.
See!
That beautiful calm blue lake and stream
wishing our home well
Life would be as a a thunderstorms uprooting the innocent lands of Africa if you attempt to run out
Of my happy arms
Cheers with this new sparkling dew sun!
I love you Arewa.