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PEOPLE DOT COM The nightingale sings With full-throated ease. The tree swings In its majestic way. The lion gets its prey For a good meal story. But whatever I do, I pause to think about What people will say. I am a Jew In love with A gentile But what will they say? I am a Prince Feeling agape For my virtuous maid But what will they say? I am a Protestant With deep affection For a Cath-Princess But what will they say? I am a coloured knight Panther of my fair liege lady Still, what will they say? Even love for piety In a stony society Calls for what they will say… Lovers cannot pursue Their heartthrob For the fear of what they will say I am a car owner I feel like ambling the street; I am a damsel with A fixed Brazilian hair, To unfix it and plait didi What will they say? When you make a great feat They will say you have suspicious feet They will say Dem go sey Wetin dem go say? Kilode! Before my thoughts to action become, Must they first be reviewed on people.com? Man’s quest for happiness Is bound to that sorrowful cord Called “dem-go-sey” Is it until my breath is gone? When my eyes can no longer behold Nature’s boundless beauty, When my nostrils can no longer inhale its fresh fragrance, When my ears can no longer hear its melodious music, When my bud can no longer taste of its delicious delicacy, When my hands can no longer clasp its sea sand, When my feet can no longer amble on its graceful grounds, Is it then that I will ask; What will God say?