Maitama

Maitama i remember, as i sit by the coast of Niger. There i'll always weep, when i remember maitama. For our culture has put us asunder, it required from us a price. What greater price has love, than to lay its life for one. As cold winds of harmattan upon a dry lips, so is the absence of your love a whip upon my soul. As the rains floods our village with waters, so those happiness floods my spirit with the thought of you. My love and my life, wish i could make you my wife. Art thou still in thy father's bosom? or in the arms of a stranger? Maitama i remember, as i sit by the coast of Niger. There i 'll always weep, whenever i remember Maitama